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

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