Just as the naked tree clothes itself anually in a garment of leaves, hiding the distance wth a pattern that spreads like sap green wings, each leave expanding from a central stalk, so does Judith Rothschild present us with a similar act. She makes for us a screen with rhythmic forms overlapping so as to produce depth in their interwoven design. I enjoy these entwined shapes which are both vegetal and anthropomorphic. I could content myself with the wave-lengths that carry me in and out of this opaque curatin were it not that to my surprise she suddenly opens through it a window looking out towards a distant horizon, a vast open space cleverly placed so as to lead through into another world. There is a thrill in this sudden hcange of dimesnions, this strange movement between the nearness of the leafy screen and the expanse created by a glimmer of distant light made visible through a magic casement. It reminds me that the leaf was the first form of human clothing and its contrast wth the nakedness of open space gives my imagination a compelling jolt. It implies that shadow will give way to light or in reverse that the depth of night can grow even deeper when seen from a lighted interior.
These pictures in themselves bring us pleasure, health and delight of new visions. There is a great deal more I could say but it is better to allow them to fill us with their own visual music.
-- Roland Penrose
Muddles Green. Jan. 1981