An appointment in the crossfire where the dimensions are crossing and mistaking the vision. Suddenly, the floor seems to shy away beneath our feet as soon as we see Thomas Canto’s work. His definite and mastered geometry takes us away in an idyllic and psychedelic flood. Nylon cords and pure colours become entangled in a fierce precision in order to only leave an illusion to the spectator who is dominated by the work.
Nothing is taken for granted in a world in which up and down are mixing in a perspective unknown up to here. Elevation and unlimitedness run alongside with smallness and meticulousness on a two-colours canvas. Thomas Canto alike a line magician plays with sleight of hand in order to only leave us with a strange feeling of dream and hallucination.