Within the art of Florence Blanchard is abstraction with purpose — shape and color following the natural order of things, of life. The forms Blanchard creates tumble and roil on the canvas in Rube Goldberg-like machinations, concise biomes of moving color.
In Blanchard’s mural work, her color and shapes read like overhead maps painted across buildings — vivid trails and capsules telling some sort of story, one of movement and growth. Her forms are crisp and amoebic. Blanchard’s compositions are infinite, each seemingly living a life beyond the composition she’s captured.