A display of paintings made by Michael Abelman.
A circle is both a figure and an abstraction. Its’ attributes are finite and infinite at the same time. It sets a perfect boundary within which one can open the skies to an endless realm of the possible. These pieces embody the confluence of the obvious and the occult. They embrace process. They kiss the abyss. They read the entrails of the rotting corpse of contemporary american society. They whisper the spells we cast in our daily lives.
