“In fact, textures seemed to be what Trayle’s performance was all about. Just as Pereira became fascinating finding a musical play of light as a complement to Zurbarán’s puckered lemon, Trayle’s granular electronic surfaces drew the eye to Swain’s granular surfaces. Indeed, his yellows were as crinkly as a lemon’s skin.
Before Trayle began, I saw Swain’s paintings as great swaths of earth and sky as seen from afar. During Trayle’s performance, I saw Swain’s forms of color not as forms but as part of the world in which we live immersed. When it was over, I was again looking distractedly, as if outside of time.”