This One Isn’t About You Either.

Mike Monteiro creates stark, evocative paintings that are composed of only the simplest elements: a black field with white lettering in Helvetica atop it. Monteiro’s “biography” on the Beholder states that the artist isn’t good with words. I beg to differ.

“Untitled (my therapist)”

“Untitled (gullibility)”

“Untitled (crying)”

I just realized after the fact that the images I pulled from Monteiro, and their juxtaposition with one against another make one hell of a loaded triptych. Huh.