The thinned acrylic pigments Suzan Woodruff has sent coursing across her surfaces with ever more voluptuous abandon have clearly followed their own natural course. They form rills, deltas, waves and eddies, as would any fluid leaving residue.
But, however much we see and recognize this, our eyes insist on reading these effluxes as landscapes, cloudscapes, seascapes, dunescapes and all sorts of natural spaces - even bodyscapes, when Woodruff turns up the sensual temperature. Woodruff is working ever larger, well aware of how these flows and blooms surge to embrace the full range of our vision. But the small pieces have a power all their own - because they have a kind of space all their own.