Pages From the
Secret Sketchbooks of John Dembski
A native of the uncanny state
of Massachusetts, where ice cream bars can
have occult associations,
John Dembski paints only what he sees. Mr.
Dembski claims to have
no dreams of his own, so we must infer that these images are
interpretations of someone else's nightmares. Rendered variously in
housepaint, glitter, embroidery floss and crumbling wallpaper, each work seems
to have led a slightly disreputable life of its own. Here, the
popular, the profane and the sublime commingle to create a coded
message for us to unscramble.