PIVOT
            POINTS  |  Third Generation
            Painter 
          Beth Weisgerber           
          For me, painting begins with an error and the
            lure of what may be. A line or a wash dissolved is the vehicle with
            which I begin an intermittent search and recovery, oscillating between
            the recognition of a place and time, and the descent into an otherworldly,
            wordless space. Through immersing myself in the fluid, tenuous and
            at times hysterical application of paint, I am allowed access to
            a stream of entangled connections, responses, and associations. Discovering
            form and structure within an idealized atmosphere of both visual
            pleasure and discordant tangents is my goal.  
          As I improvise, I construct an open framework in which multiple
            readings occur. Just as expected patterns and systems in life are
            faulty, the repeated linear gestures and structures in my paintings
            mutate, delineating a fictive landscape where sprawling growths struggle
            for dominance. Here, formal pleasure is deceptive and fallible, suggesting
            a network verging on individual organisms, but by necessity, constantly
            redefining itself. Often, I stop when the open space of the canvas
            reflects a hopeful, futuristic environment that is paradoxically
            unstable.  
          Ultimately, I want my paintings to mirror
              the murkiness of life, where the process of moving forward creates
              both stability and uncertainty.
            I delight in this pursuit, and simply hope to conjure up, unravel,
            and interrogate the fine line between known visual fragments and
            metaphors for the formless. This activity demands acceptance of conflicting
            viewpoints, and the resolution of opposing languages. Fluency in
            both is perhaps one way to penetrate the absurd and seemingly unrelated
            realities of our world in a fantastically choreographed mess.    
          
            
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               Commentary 
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               Devices and
                Waterfalls 
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               Yellow Stumbling
                Blocks 
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               Frequent
                Trips Without  
 a Foothold 
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