Kansas born artist Ellen Greene lusciously soaks her large scale canvases deep
into the vat of dark romance where anti-heroines battle demons both psychological
and society inflicted. Revenge, crossed lovers, murder, position themselves against
voluptuous female forms teeming with fecundity. But any softness or sentiment is
washed away in the acid pop colors that burn our retinas with a pulp fiction
intensity.

Greene wants you to taste this madness, not just observe it. Move on to some of
her smaller creations and they will feel like a sip of sweet champagne after a lunch
of tears and dirt. Here are meticulously ornamented women's, elbow length,
leather gloves, their whiteness reminding us of long lost virginity. One is torn
between the urge to adorn the limbs with their creamy softness or hide them under
a glass curio cabinet as an object of rare wonder....