by Amy Bernstein
I walk into Blair Saxon Hill’s exhibition, Shrimp Head Momma, to find an invitation placed at my
feet. I am surrounded by an array of characters, Saxon-Hill’s emblematic cast. They are floating on
the walls around me, electric, expectant. Heavy and seductive, they’re built with cut fabric segments
that revel in Blair’s bold colour choice and pattern juxtaposition, each piece a visual enjambment
straddling risk and elation/indulgence. They are each a panoply of extraordinary inventiveness, of
virtuosic execution of line and tuned-up combinations. The through line between all is a medley of
classic themes, namely love.