While the twelve oil paintings on view can be loosely considered landscapes, there are arboreal referents, hues evocative of earth and sky, an elemental atmosphere, there are no horizon lines, and no concrete indications of place. Instead, shapes unmoored from definition transfigure across the canvas, colors mix and merge in sweeping gestures, dappled patterns, patches of texture, and translucent washes. Poised between abstraction and impressionism, they subvert familiar hierarchies privileging intuition over analysis, the metaphorical over the literal, and the elusive to the definitive.