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A Joe Andoe painting sounds like a low vibrational hum, like static between radio stations,
the soft drone of electromagnetic waves traveling through ink black space before snapping
into focus. Andoe’s pictures are him tuning into a station, which can be a moment in time,
or a feeling. They can look like real places or recognizable things, Andoe’s pictures, spectral
stags and chickens, ghostly in their stark white whiteness; a pond in cinematic panorama
(what Joe calls his Hillbilly Elysian Field, or an afterlife fishing hole), but they’re really
portals, the way all sounds are. Tune the dial and …