Makoto Fujimura at Dillon Gallery
|Soliloquies : Joy|
You are working hard to cover up the ugly, unruly black background that you are ashamed of, with abiding logical shinny squares. They line up so nicely in rows and columns. But suddenly a fresh breeze sweeps aside your logic and your cover-up. You feel pain (red stain on the right). You feel relieve (turquoise splashes). And you feel Joy (blue cloud). Joy that you don't have to do this stupid job anymore. Joy of change. Joy of breaking boundaries and getting out to the wild.