Starring Fizz implies a kind of flashy protagonist, while intimating a flurry of shooting stars doused in carbonated soda. Texture blankets meaning in Julia Yerger’s practice, akin to when a note from a fiddle sweetens a lyric about home. Cliff (2026) illustrates a cluster circumscribed within an opaque plain. The central form compresses the image, allowing the eye to bounce around its woven interior: an exquisite corpse packed with channels of diaristic scribbles and erasures. It funnels up like a smokestack at the top edge of the canvas where the pressure diffuses into scrapes of warm translucencies resembling shimmering fog. Cliff is not a cliff literally, but texturally–the chisel of a face-shaped rock, gritty air, and flattened grass.

The speed at which an image is formulated is integral to the way it is read. Painting can conflate opposing timescales, and Yerger allows her subjects to materialize through a contradictory process of control and chance. Unwavering linework contrasts…