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Circles of phosphorescent red punctuate the interplay of light, dancing on the suspended mirrors and on the floor, but we see them only in reflection; we cannot see the red directly. We can detect their source though; the painted underbellies of the suspended mirrors. The effect, subjectively speaking, is not so much to remind us of what we cannot see amidst this field of seemingly endless light and refraction, but to seduce us with the suggestion that we can in fact see everything at once. We see the top and the bottom of things, the clarity and opacity of things. We can see to the edge of the universe and also can begin to understand that there are no edges at all; that everything, from the smallest drop of water to the largest galactic cluster possesses within itself an equal infinity of space and meaning.

                                          - Matt Freedman, catalog essay

'Scuse Me While I Kiss The Sky, at Sarah Bowen Gallery, Bklyn, NY,  4/05-5/05