Small abstractions, some circular; are executed with great skill and verve. They are made up of a kind of nervous scribbling out of which sense, and in some cases a literal subject, makes itself known. Hesthal’s frenetic lines wander in search of and discover meanings through their complex inter-relationships. Free of affectation, he conceals nothing—neither the mental hesitations nor the tentative trains of thought,—graphically revealing the entire metamorphosis from conception to the finally evolved statement.

—Arthur Secunda