FARNAZ NYLANDER

With incendiary brushstrokes that tendril in and out of the canvas, Nylander lights the paint to make the meaning of her work dissonant so to harmonize its process of discovery.

Though the lush paint seems tethered to the microcosm of the canvas,

it’s ribboned to the macrocosm of flirtatious revelation entwined in the tarantism of shapes and color.

She is moved by never knowing enough, which metastasizes the fire of Prometheus from brush to sailcloth.

Morrison said true sailing is dead, so she aspires to set sail in direction of astray. 

– Mo Shahisaman