Ethel Schwabacher
Randee Silv
April 2025
Encounters shift depending on where you stand. Shades of colors of light. Of forms. Motion merges. Edges merge. Interpretations. Responses unfold. Reflections mirrored. Your reactions. My reactions. To be witnessed. To be unveiled. Dialogues enter. Re-enter.
Surfaces provoke questions with no answers. Answers with no questions. Nothing ignored. Gestures reach without restrictions. Webs of curiosity keep expanding. Traces of what was. Bursts of what is. Closures. Openings. Hidden segues that twist. That turn. Confrontations. Vulnerability. Markings that disperse. A spilling of anything and everything.
Something accelerates. Something stirs. Sudden stops. Sensations converse. I’m drawn into what is felt. What is heard. Cascades of intersections. A fullness sensual and inviting. Surges of overlays. Overlaps. Redundancies and simplicity. Removals and returnings. Uprootings and pauses. I can feel them. Spontaneous. Alive. Tensions surrender. Anguish converted. Distances fade into vastness. Beginnings. Endings. Movements intertwine. Injustice. Unfairness. Crushed. Nothing is fleeting. Nothing forgotten. An immediate present.
Each stroke a constant flow. Some graceful. Some harsh. Some undefined. There’s a clearance of occurences. Boundaries irrelevant. A tangibility against odds. A liberation. Wonderment. Each gesture marks another telling. Another retelling. Another rethinking. Unexpected. There are interruptions. Intrusions. An unspoken fluidity is made visible. Uncertainty avoided. There is a starting point that continues throughout.
Intensity ignites. It confronts. It roams. There are signs of an unwinding resilence. A gathering. A boundless momentum. Rhythms keep emerging. Variations keep connecting. Impossibilities become possible. Conversations exchanged. Deepness breathes. A quietness settles.
Ethel Schwabacher
The Early Sixties
March 13 – April 12, 2025
Berry Campbell Gallery
524 W. 26th St. NYC