Gala Bent draws dense, dainty tableaus that make light work of heavy symbolism. Her heart’s in hallucinated oddities with silky, spatial connectives and small, bright bursts of color. No matter how she crowds her space, nobody’s home. She’s myth-minded but modest. Her drawings appear to be waiting for you to leave, in order to disappear.
At Gallery4Culture till Friday.
I really like this drawing.
“No matter how she crowds her space, nobody’s home…. Her drawings appear to be waiting for you to leave, in order to disappear.”
Please translate.
Louis Torres, Co-Editor, Aristos
There’s a mute, recessive quality to her drawings that comes close to threatening her form. I think of it as a good thing.