The marble caves of Lake General Carrera seem to have been transported through time and space from a 1960's East Village studio to an enormous glacial lake in central Patagonia. Long tendrils of dripping calcite, thick impastos of gray-brown silt looking as if freshly applied, mineral veins running over and around the columnal forms like lines in a blind drawing exercise, all evoke the luscious surfaces of de Kooning painting or Rauschenberg combine. These works of nature sit in island galleries illuminated by a lake so blue that it almost seems toxic.
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