Right by the entrance, Art on Paper is
out to make an impact, with paper towers by Tahiti Peterson, a scribe's inner chamber
of yellowed
pages by Pablo Lehmann, a living room
of gray felt
tumbling out the fireplace by Timothy Paul Myers, and a wall
of electrifying blue above the bar by Valerie Hammond.
A welter
of emphatically rendered words — gauze, room, range, rut, walk, city, salt, soda, self, squirt, poach, mercy, fever, fix, flood, sin, sure, cement, age, blank, bull, jelly, pudding, ding, dew, pool, radio, vapor, dusty, trust —
tumbles out from the
page, its audible music registering as readily as its visual allure.