Expressive and vulnerable, Molly’s paintings read like an unpredictably eloquent dream journal. A cloudy haze of bright colors are expertly synthesized to evoke memories of a time and place which feel familiar, though ultimately unknown. As a skilled colorist, Molly creates abstract moments of nostalgia and sentimentality. Molly’s pieces are made up of experiences, both lived and imagined. She is able to capture small moments and transfer them onto canvas.
Ky’s arrangements of blocks and lines are proof that abstract art does not live far off from the everyday world. Although filtered down to bold lines or planes of color, you can see glimpses of objects like bridges, flowers, and horizons - while geometric, they resist neatly folding into a linear perspective. It’s the kind of abstraction that can bleed out into the world to let you see new details and angles from things you overlooked.
Seeing Lauren's large unstretched canvas as it hangs in the golden hour light is a poetic experience. As she brings out the canvases one by one and unrolls them, you can tell that she has a story to tell for each and every one. Then the shadows and ripples of the canvas blends in with the scribbles and stains of watercolor, the intensity of golden hour blurring outlines of objects. Also notice how she leaves graphite sketches underneath the paint. They are residues of time, the same way Lauren's paintings are footprints of memories and impressions.
While a seasoned veteran in abstraction, Carolanna’s eyes light up talking about her experiments with pigment and viscosity. Working like she does without a brush, pouring acrylic paint directly over canvas, is a dance with gravity on one side and materiality of paint on the other. What results are rolling curves of color that have been coaxed out over time instead of declared by the artist. I can’t help but follow the splatters of paint all over her studio floor, imagining how Carolanna would have crouched, lept over canvases, waved her arms in both sweeping and controlled movements.