Field Trip

by Betty Ann Jordan

Imagine an idyllic meadow of flowers and grasses waving gently in the breeze, bending toward the sun. If their subtle movements could be captured over time, the resulting trails and pollen showers might look like a canvas by Monica Tap. While she places us smack dab in the middle of Elysian surroundings, she includes bracing signs of humanity: skittering fillips of paint also echo the delicate but purposeful twists and turns of the arm, wrist and brush-wielding fingers that created them. Vital and alive up close, Tap’s animated marks coalesce into arbours of rest at a distance. Blessedly, the gods no longer have exclusive rights to paradise.

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