Mary Bergstein writes about the paintings of Dennis Congdon.
Bergstein observes “The mature Congdon’s painterly preoccupations are apparent in enchanting images, congeries of ruins and regrets. Each of these large paintings is an excavation site of sorts, archaeological and psychoanalytic, where the art-historical archive bubbles up from the realm of the unconscious through the painter’s eyes. This “deposit” of an individual artist’s relationship with the deep history of art is configured warmly and with abundant light; the relationship is profound, but not heavy or confining. The lyrical and beautifully painted object-fragments embedded in landscapes of rarified color exist at various levels of sentience themselves, inviting affect and attachment on the part of the beholder.”