"There are images in her painting that emerge from an immense darkness, beyond any possible human comprehensio, and perhaps it is impossible to understand wether in that exact moment they really are emerging, or whether they are sinking in forever. And so the painting would be the ultimate meaning of a story, the outcome of a voyage, a preview before everything definitively is. Not that this is painting for the Apocalypse, but it is laden with truth in a way rarely seen in our confused and tormented time. The painting, too is tormented, macerated, eroded by atmospheric events that at once become facts of the soul, its painted colour, its spread colour, its clotted colour. The horizon is nothing other than the body, the rippling border line, the pressure of reality on otherwise empty space. "
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Marco Goldin, From the catalogue Figure, Lineadombra libri, 2000