Many people confess to a feeling of awe at seeing remnants of old civilizations. But oh wait, Anna's paintings in neon and pastel wash don't just focus on the time that landmarks endured, but the original fantasy they must have inspired. Namely, these sculptures submerge into the ground as if they've grown out of it, echoing the Olmec and Aztec beliefs that rocks and other landmarks are already animate. Their gravity doesn't come from the fact that they represent higher spirits, but that they are converging points for human and nature - and for painting, representation and our "reading into" it?
Underneath the thick forwardness of Jacks' colors, you'll hear a sustained note of time and nostalgia. Objects are given full attention from one edge of the canvas to another, pouring out at you sans the subtlety of traditional perspective - objects symbolic of American life both in relation to nature and to industry. What makes you nostalgic for the time of industry? Is it your childhood? Your connection to nature that surrounds you? Or a beautiful fiction?
Sometimes life gets tough and the harder you struggle, the tighter the knots get. What can you do but to close your eyes and thumb your way back to the start, one strand at a time?