百草常春
The epic, Manichean quality of 百草常春’s work made me breathe in deeply when I first saw it. It sometimes looks like work from another age, palely shifting tones and finely lined overlays seeming to appear and anneal like magic; and this feels right, true, as X places us face to face with the majestic and the impossible, sprinkling the ground between their graven images and we with offerings of color, ones that distract ever-so-slightly until we have the heart to peer into the heart of his works, and find our hearts engorged by doing so.