Their current practices share a rigorous formalism loosed through playful subversion of the systems from which they emerge. Art history, mathematics, mythology, the very numerals and characters that al- low for their communication – these are the source materials from which their work begins. Trampolines more than stepping-stones.
An eight turned sideways becomes infinity. Numbers never lie, yet one lies before our eyes, a numeral in a medium blue sea resting on its side. A work of art just stops. Why? Counting the circles on a surface, finding the triangles forming triangles, how many more shapes would make you happy?
Does adding one give or take? Folding aluminum generates picture planes while remaining singular; a wall made of little walls, many planes making one plane. Roaming at the outskirts of intersections, each artist fractures fractals, finding fissures for fun, fomenting formalism, frothed flavors flowing from fingers. Geometric segments of color are topped with confectionary brushstrokes, a delicious highlight of the invisible patchwork of everything. Looking back at the daily trudge of work you see a pattern, patterns hidden in patterns if you look hard enough.
What an illusion, this infinity, this spiral of fractals tunneling endlessly. –”
Double, 2018, vinyl, gesso on canvas, 16 x 20 inch./ 40.6 x 50.8 cm