In a city with its fair share of angry-inchers, they are gleeful oddballs, and herein lays the formula for bodies of work so dark and so sweet, and funny while sad.
Friday night, Karen gave a masterful performance of Ouette, an exquisitely crafted solo piece, visually gorgeous and thoroughly intriguing, emotionally captivating, a shot in the arm of audience imagination. The world she created by employing technical kit that anyone reading this could easily manage was astonishingly complete. I was all in.
The texture of the halftone dots, the distressed markings of age, the porous quality of some of the sculptural surfaces, the tiny page number in the upper corner of each work that tips us off to the fact that the ground for each collage is the page of a book, these subtleties add up to give each of these a seductive, virtually tactile, richness.
Linda K. Johnson walks to know. Walking connects the body and the mind and is at the core of her creative process.