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These paintings Victor Joel Ortega makes, the works he
finally conquers, find their place on the canvas as though on the other
side of an acidic fever. That strong, smelling fever you get that suddenly
breaks you free of its hold....these images are what's left after the
sweat and the shakes and the claws, what we could have become but didn't.
Ortega's forms and sulfur-covered colors brush up against the briefest of
brightness as they drag hope along. I am humbled to show his work and made
smarter by his persistence as he forced my eyes open to another world. |