ingrid calame is a kind of flaneur of car parks, roadsides and pavements; looking for interesting residues (tire tracks, cracks, stains), she hunders down and meticulously traces them, before overlaying these marks and retracing them - this is an intricate idiosyncratic process art, too - as the basis for colorful, lyric paintings: nonrepresentative, singing things that nevertheless retain an unlikely transformative connection to the urban real. —by joshua mack / art review magazine

ingrid calame. her paintings are like maps of color, topographies of textures. also, joshua mack is a masterful user of both vocabulary and punctuation: that entire review is one sentence.

entonces— feliz lunes a todos.