I often think that freedom is the final and most elusive ingredient in making art. When you shake off the outer voices as well as the self-imposed rules, and listen only to the work you’re making.
It was just me, surrounded by so much amazing artwork night after night, just me, a flashlight and the collections of popes, kings, and pin-drop silence.
In Christopher Gallego’s drawings, it is as if you are underwater, and all of the usual sounds, shuffles, and animation of life goes silent, and you find yourself in this sensorially pared-down but visually heightened world.