Her paintings are silent. That seems the only place I could begin when describing Candice Tripp’s art.
Its like in certain films, where something fast and dramatic is happening, maybe even life-threatening but there is no sound. Even if the characters are screaming or machines, roaring and exploding.
Most of her characters are young girls in dresses, and pets or animals; they’re playful and somewhat innocent but its a different innocent, like sweet, silent film memories of what it was like to grow up as a child ghost.
She’s exhibiting a set of pieces entitled Tiny Drama at Joshua Liner Gallery NYC, opening reception is this Saturday. I’ll be there smelling the canvas and having a panic attack or two as I usually do at opening receptions.