Art reviews start with a shard of light from Miami’s cornucopia of selections before layers of the proverbial onion start unfurling. Concepts, books, movements in art, politics, religion, et al, pop up as I dig into the influential aspects of the artist’s output.
By the time I’ve gone down several rabbit holes, a basic review becomes a hallway of doors opening, ideas generated.
I do not always immediately see why exhibitions are going to hook me until I know what I’m dealing with. If you don’t open the book, how can you tell what lies between the pages? Artists spend time on their work; time for thoughts to gel…new abstractions to consider as an epiphany develops in its own time frame.
