Louise LeBourgeois's landscapes seem fiercely displaced, the point of view
estranged, or strange. The colors of sky and clouds and rocks are merging
too harmoniously... the viewer turns to the dark spot in the water for relief
from what should be... serene. The moon is surrounded, brilliantly, by a
Hubble-like firestorm of clouds. Where are we to see such a thing? It's
breathtaking, and makes me anxious. And the water paintings, the heart of
her work. The horizon line and water levels at the viewer's eye are crucial
to the paintings' emotional valence. The trees in the distance are
evaporating because perspective demands they do, in specific places, when
memory is ripe enough.