Elizabeth Gilfilen: No Longer, No Later @ the Hunterdon Art Museum

Tether, 2011, oil on canvas, 72 x 65 in.

Image courtesy of the artist. © Elizabeth Gilfilen

From the press release:

In all her work, Gilfilen’s interest in spatial complexity and layering is apparent. Her generous use of negative space serves to enhance the raw power that comes from the core of the painting. While the activity within Gilfilen’s paintings can be fierce and active, a closer look reveals great restraint and a very concise, specific set of visual cues that she uses to create these abstract representations. Her paintings can appear volatile and deliberate at the same time and piecing that puzzle together results in paintings that are anything but arbitrary.

Elizabeth Gilfilen: No Longer, No Later

February 5 - March 25, 2012

Opening Reception: Sunday Feb. 5, 2 - 4 PM

The Artist and the Director of Exhibitions, Jonathan Greene, will discuss the work and the exhibition on Saturday March 3, 2012 from 2 - 3 PM.

Hunterdon Art Museum

7 Lower Center Street

Clinton, NJ 08809

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