Splendor abounds in Victor Christ’s
plush abstractions. His vital contours and lines cascade across
the vast canvases, circling, floating, puffing, swirling. The models
of perfected shape and dashing bands seem the result of daring
skill and fanatic patience as the paint mazes into natural shapes,
half-calculated, half-spontaneous; a carnality as rooted in the
lush color as in the vibrant, abundant and often suspended motion.
Here action painting lacks its original essence because it somehow
knows its destination, has a kind of foresight into its own final
look. That is why Christ’s shining ethereality directs itself
so freely to apparent construction. There is a substantial risk
in his massive scale, but that is instantly brought under control
by his unification between image and convoluted space. It has abandoned
its concentration of sublime weight by turning brilliant. Victor
Christ domesticates eternity by creating it beautiful.