Katy Stone's work is made of metal, paper, plastic, paint and a variety of different mediums. Her work is both crisp and gestural. It invades the wall like an unstoppable weed. The complexity in the small patterns creates fragile fluidity. The transparent quality contrasted with a variety of textures intrudes the viewers space allowing for the inability to bring clarification to the specific objects. I interpret the space as liquid dripping, somehow yielding to time and transforming in to a collective movement of gracefully liquified entities. Much like the beauty found in icicles and the unimaginable anger when one is aware of its inability to remain in tact. Katy Stone captures this beauty and in way is commenting on the decay and progression of things that surround us. Reminding us that we are observers and our inability to see such beauty will only narrow our creative integrity.
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