Jared Sanders

Striving not for photorealism, Sanders instead reduces the noise of his driving log into serene abstractions—a cliff band as contours of contrast, a roof tiled by palette knife. An album of disparate photos distilled into explorations of color and form—less narrative, more evocative, his hand visible at every turn, painterly and patient. Titles gesture at locations, but never point. His scenes are self-determined, painted with no destination in mind, each canvas becoming whole according to its own will and wayfinding, unbounded by geographic (or artistic) expectation. As long as they...