January 19th, 2011
I really love the texture here. I like imagining sand aggregating, slyly & susurrant, to form these bread-like structures, these loaves and slabs. Rough granite rasp you can almost touch. Artschwager’s own frame apparently, which I always appreciate, and which here gives lovely weight & counterpoint to the sunbleached & eroded textures. Below is a poem I stumbled across recently and loved, and which for many reasons felt like belonged with this painting.