Laura Cesarco Eglin
Erin Emily Ann Vance
Gabriela Mendizabal has recently aligned, along the heater under the lightly grey, wooden blue windowsill, six paper bags each differing in size, color and quantity of contents. As soon as they topple over one another, to the sound of the many kitchen voices, she will prepare a basket; she will fill it with a spoonful of graph paper, and the old, underneath of a bed some-knitting, short-railing, cool classification of the dew inside of cotton mornings. It will be a specific oddity, like a charlatan mount of insistent derangement.
Paloma Salas is a bird curiously poking at water bulbs as her stomach grumbles. She paints with precisely sparing methods, with a specific notion of indecision.. Colors flush with a demure translucence of forms as they flourish with a bodily cadence.