Magnesium 2019

Allison Reimold, sometime in the late 20th century, conjured this electric-blue bird into being, probably through many intuitive layers. It sits there, glowing, perched on a branch amidst an indigo night, a sparkler mirroring its otherworldly light. I can almost feel the artist's hand moving across the canvas, adding, subtracting, until this ethereal being took flight. I wonder if they ever felt the electric buzz of the bird, the way the blue might have vibrated in their hands. Look at that glowing aura around it – a halo of pure energy! It reminds me a little of those surrealist painters who mixed dreams and reality. It feels as though Reimold is having a conversation with them, asking similar questions about what lies beyond what we can see. That thread it holds might just unravel all our earthly certainties, pulling us into a new way of seeing, where art is a portal and artists are the keepers of the keys.