The stuff of dreams and nightmares. The substance of real expressing surreal — pervasively touching, tangibly effectual. That’s Erika’s sculpture work.
She works in clay — wet, gooey, squishy, primitively sensuous.
And paper mache — wet, gooey, squishy…pulpily primal.
Her sculpts have meaning. Significance delivered straight from the breast of the id — love, fear, fun, gristle.
They have emotion — love, fear, fun, gristle.
They demand you to reach …reach …touch.
But you can’t. Here, they are only pictures. Pictures of what is.
Can have?
Oh, yes.
Go talk to Erika here: Erika Takacs
And while you’re there, the wall art is all class — sophisticated class. Lovely.
It’s all art. And good art.
D.L.Keur
