In one sense, this is madness. It is a seven-foot painting that combines dozens of colors in a tiny, painstaking grid. Zoom in close, and you see hard-edged abstraction, a spectrum of unlikely colors painted in tiny rectangles. From a distance, all the persnickety pattern and color relationships—there are crazy lime greens, robins-egg blues, Barbie pinks in there—all that disappears with a Whoosh! into these four shadowy quadrants, these optically dazzling blobs that mirror each other above and below the horizon line. Which is surprisingly evocative. There is feeling here, and meaning, a hypnotic sense of the infinite.

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