Christopher Wool
Swamp

On first view, the photographic superimpositions in black and brown offer nothing to hold onto. Their unruly surfaces lead into the depth, into fragments of motifs: backyards, dumped car tires, huge cable drums, dead tree stumps, rusty bed frames, or the wall of a shack with strange objects leaning against it. If, on second view, the eye manages to separate the different layers of reality meshed here, in the end the decipherable photographic images collapse again into painterly textures.