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There is a stubborn non-objectivity to the paintings
of Beate Wheeler. They spread across the canvas in an
insinuating pattern, never expected but always
reminiscent of some greater scheme of visual data.
A universe of color vibration hums in each of her
paintings and each painting takes off in a different
direction. In one painting a web of blues,greens and
violets float outward from some mysterious center of
light. And in another a sea of yellow and purple
shapes swirl against a neutral grey background that
supports a soft light that is difuse and nonspecific.
All sorts of poetic metaphors can be made for her
imagery. Wheeler insists that it is automatic, purely
the result of her process. The fact remains that they
are compelling paintings. One recognizes the craft and
skill invested in this work and is held spellbound by
the mesmerizing interaction of color, light, and form.
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