Veronica Gelbaum

The ensemble arrives and arrange themselves on a covered terrace, daylight shifts over them. I present to you a small collection of paintings in a room. A cast of object characters that fit together like a puzzle and break apart like a stickle brick.

Their existence hinges on certainty. A cat a flame the knife the words. This object world becomes all one substance. Wrapped in charged emptiness, a sense of bounty a sense of lack. It is a figurative discussion, their worth is illusory.

Dispense yourself a cup of coffee if you like, and feel a chocolate wafer shatter in your mouth. Sit in the garden and wait for me. A breeze that cuts through your skin and sun that warms. Back and forth through a city covered in desolation and glittering artifice. A place that stops the flow of time like a brick. An embrace which disappears in the air.

- Veronica Gelbaum