Over the past four years a gradual but persistent osmosis has brought these many things, small and large, by and by from the artist’s studio to our gallery; it is a process that began before we opened in 2005.

Dennis’ work is what it is, in the good kind of way.

How should we view this show?

Surveying this artist’s work over these last years has been like hitting a vein in rich soil; the gems keep coming, each unique and complete within itself. Kaiser’s work from this period follows no set boundaries and he has been adamant about not doing so: small paintings of erotic figures are complimented by haunting scenes of middle America, references to the Detroit he knew as a child in the seventies, minimal weavings of paint influenced by Trappist meditations, everyday figures transformed into icons by their nakedness and vulnerability, found objects, tributes to a Catholic sentiment in ecstasy, portraits made from staples on legal pad paper, a group of cops sketched in gun metal powder on a manila folder, books filled with paper torn, scratched and soaked with glue, meant to be seen through the light.

A sheer joy in materials abounds and is unfettered by academic constraints.

We wish this: to offer a moment, a lovely vertigo, simple and obscure, in shadows and light, with white noise and silence, where the whole and the parts are not at odds but mesh in simple contemplation of these things that have been made one by one, distinctly, and yet in union with the artist’s intense vitality and curiosity for this life.

“Beware, O Wanderer, the road is walking too.” – Rainer Maria Rilke