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