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Jill Baroff on Frank Badur

When do black and white become equivalents? What an idea: that black and white are the same! When black does not divide, but holds a space steady. When it does not break from white to become an image, but rests in animated stillness like a Ryoanji stone. Sequence infers movement from one moment to the next, but here, there is no individual moment; there is only the whole seen from varying perspectives in time.

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Suzanne Bocanegra on Jill Baroff

The sequencing of the five panels is meant to demonstrate the passing of the season, I think. The panels are swatches, bits of a whole, framed in a line and read from left to right; the grid grows larger as we read. The lines divide and make a whole, in rhythm, like an eye closing and an eye opening.

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Jill Baroff on Joan Waltemath

If one were to seek a system, a math, to quantify memory, it might look like this: straight lines and precisely painted interiors that net a rough surface with an uneven edge. Here lies a visual algebraic that formulates Fibonacci and aerial geometry. Least like with like, it arrives at a balanced equation.

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