In turns perplexing, disorienting, wondrous and utterly beguiling, Jacaeber Kastor’s drawings make you look and look again, trying to find your way in their miasmic magic until, at last, you discover that special pleasure of being truly lost. And when you think you’re done decoding the esoteric and abstract, conjured all the forms and meanings from these oceans of latency, answered the call of otherness as if it were the sphinx’s riddle, turn the work or flip your head, around and around, because there is no single perspective to read Kastor’s psychedelic topography. It’s an entwined, constantly unfolding omniverse with no right side up or upside down.

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