Drew Liverman’s new paintings are immediate and oddly refined. Thin layers of summer-intense color soak into the canvas, or float above it. The compositions breathe with yin, and sear with eye-burn emotion and thought.
The subject matter: hot doom, the joys of love, bike rides, Olaf from Frozen, Goya’s covens, and scraps of what could be something for a place to live, for a time.
Introspective, with a funny gloom, these are paintings for an infinite summer.’