ARI NORRIS: Fully Filtered

At the exaggerated scale of 48×48 inches, the drips and scuffs caught on Norris’ studio drop-cloths wriggle like a party of amoebas under a microscope, inviting the viewer to examine the secondary product of the artist’s hand. It is an unintentional vocabulary of marks, incoherent but lyrical. An echo that impels us to reach for meaning.

With a smirk, Norris reminds us that we leave a litter of interactions and gestures that create an impression of our character. He pokes us to consider how we are arrested in the swirling petri dish of memory.