Katie Dove presents us with a fugue of newly born forms emerging slowed down, and arranged for retinal pleausure: a hypnotic dance of assimilation and disintegration.

Forms like children absorbed in play, guided by a tension between isolation and synchronicity: freedom with the gentle terror of disappearance.

We continue to look and are confirmed by families of abstract figures. They float in sublime unison: The synchronized swimmers of our neutral networks tracing the intimate space between surface and the act of seeing.

And as our gaze ossifies we see the virgin flight of an untested platonic form emerging from Monet’s deification of surface. We see Icarus given a second chance and choosing not to change a thing, refuting transcendental rhetoric with the sheer pleasure of surfacing, of appearing, of becoming.
— David Huxtable