Cheryl Ekstrom Essay
#27 Tim Isham (Visiting Painting)
#28 Cheryl Ekstrom (Response painting)
When I first saw the painting, it whispered perfection, precision, anal, properness, uneasiness. But it felt like everything was out of whack, ready to fall, crooked, off-putting, I was on guard. How can something that is presenting itself with such perfection, laundered and impeccable make me so annoyed, affronted, anxious? I didn’t like it. I was pissed off.
Then, as with some art, it haunted me. I liked it. I retaliated and sent forth crooked, cracked, broken, ready to tumble, off-center, parts missing and pristine white. I felt better.