John Connell: Works and John Connell: Earth-Touching Buddha, A Review
Coming face to face with John Connell’s art, both in person and in reproduction, imparts a sense of quizzicality. Puzzlement about the way that artworks so earthbound as to express particles of dirt, sand and tar can also appear shot with air. Roots curl toward water as wings lift off ground; liminality meets ascendance. I moved full-time to Santa Fe in 1993; that summer, Linda Durham Gallery, where Connell exhibited, showed Works II: Selections from More …
