Taoist philosopher Chuang Tzu said, “come with me to the palace of nowhere, where all the many things are one”. In creating this body of work, I kept ruminating on a harrowing experience of being lost in dense fog in the North Cascade mountains this Autumn. Unknowingly, we had turned around 180 degrees from where we thought we were. Not able to see much of anything, we were in that point of nothingness in the midst of being. And once we stopped seeking, we found our way. In these paintings, the fullness of abstracted mountains and limitless dense waters recall for me those moments, not of being lost, but being found and discovering union within the void. The white lines, sometimes window-like, create a sense of destination but also of detachment. The Palace of Nowhere is there to find, but we must first lose ourselves in the seeking. View the exhibition catalog and read Sarra Scherb's catalog essay, Getting Lost: The Works of Lesley Frenz, here https://www.blurb.com/books/10603813-lesley-frenz-palace-of-nowhere