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To most hands, Jacqueline Jones' colors would smear one
into the other and trap us in an unknowing whirligig of distant shape and
useless form. But Jones uses her lines like a cop uses the white gloves,
pushing aside the chaotic to see the way through. But then, in a
surprising twist, Jones flattens everything in other paintings so that the
image...whether portraits, street scene or her mysterious bird...seems to
wait for us to lift it off the plane. |