• Shape-shifting

    Date posted: November 21, 2008 Author: jolanta
    April Street’s paintings bubble over like an interpretation of lyrics, made richer by years of poetic flexibility and lubricous perceptions. Her paintings embed watercolor bloom effects that appear to be dredged through gauzy light, reminiscent of a 70s album cover, fashioned by a transported courtly Fleming on acid. These trippy surfaces connote a cut-and-paste methodology, and yet, are an intricate record of her impressions. By simultaneously combining macro and micro perspectives, Street’s psychedelic organizations become an elastic maze of diverse configurations. Image

    R. B. Saul

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    April Street, Plus Ultra Non Plus Ultra. Acrylic on canvas, 41 x 55 inches. Courtesy of the artist.

    April Street’s paintings bubble over like an interpretation of lyrics, made richer by years of poetic flexibility and lubricous perceptions. Her paintings embed watercolor bloom effects that appear to be dredged through gauzy light, reminiscent of a 70s album cover, fashioned by a transported courtly Fleming on acid. These trippy surfaces connote a cut-and-paste methodology, and yet, are an intricate record of her impressions. By simultaneously combining macro and micro perspectives, Street’s psychedelic organizations become an elastic maze of diverse configurations. These configurations form and disinform her imaginative landscapes through her codependent patchworks and shape-shifting narratives.

    Even as her colors boldly depart from naturalism, Street’s illusory plots and plights consistently concoct objects tangible and figurative, yet heterarchical—not hierarchal—making them irreducible to abstraction. Comprised of intimations, mysterious personal allusions, mirages, and movements, each painting is drizzled with familiarity and mystery, unfolding and dissolving over time, slipping through the grasps of rational comprehension. Within the convergence of figure and space, fact, and interpretation, Street takes the peculiarities of paint and boils it all down to an intimate flurry, a whirlpool of hypnotic defects, willing to ambulate freely through unrelated perspectives. 

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