WILLAMETTE WEEK Visual Arts review by Richard Speer, May 18th, 2005

  A living treasure of the Northwest, Laura Ross-Paul returns to Froelick with "Pattern and Illusion". a show in which she further develops her figurative symbolist style. In many of these oil-and-wax paintings, young people are linked together in pairs by inscrutable energy fields. Two sisters hold hands on the beach, connected by a spectral emanation vaguely in the shape of a hoop skirt; perhaps they were sisters centuries ago. In "Crown, a young maaaaan and woman join hands, a gridded sphere radiating above their heads. Ross-Paul pulls out one of her most brilliant Jungian tricks in "Circut, posing two blond surfer dudes in a forest with arching branches in their hands, forming a rough circle. And then there are the lanky, shirtless twins who have modeled for the artist for years, in this painting their baggy pants falling below their boxers, staring out implacably as fields of intangibles shimmer about. You wonder whether these portraits, with their hip-hop fashions, their girls in belly shirts and Tevas, will soon seem hopelessly dated by their sartorial specificity. It's a risk Ross-paul, who used to paint timeless nudes, is willing to take.

  And the artist is at her best as a portraitist when she adopts a neo-Impressionist languor, letting swaths of color form a faces plans in the manner of Sargent. She's less convincing when she turns more illustrator than painter, working too hard to "get it right". The show's most stricking work is "Head Gear", a head-and-shoulder portrait of a youth suspended somewhere between boy-and manhood, sky and sea. Myriad flesh-tones and blues break forth-poring out of both the boy and the background-from a bank of pure luminosity barely contained underneath. Despite their au courant fashions, there's something refreshingly retro in the sensibility of these images, an old school, if New Age, edict that compells us towards the forces that binds us together. "Only connect", wrote E.M. Foster in "Howard's End", "and love will be seen at its height." (Richard Speer).

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