Geirrod Van Dyke
We might be made of bright stuff on the inside, but our shells can get pretty gothic—smoothly shaky, light glinting harshly like hangover sunlight, skin mottled, and even the environments feeling fleshy, Geirrod Van Dyke’s work has a frazzled, desperate quality, one reminiscent of claustrophobia or frenzied lust, and one that leaves a viewer unsure whether to be frightened or happy.