Judith Eisler

I paint from photographs that I take of videos of films. My interest is not so much in the meaning of the image but in the alterations that occur through so many layers of distance. Physical form loses its rigidity.

Smoker (Cruel Story of Youth)

Selected works in the Saatchi Gallery

Quite aside from what lives and desires always hover around art, Eisler certainly offers her share. They appear as present as the acid red light that bathes a character from behind and as elusive as her slightly blurry compositions can make them. They let down their long, flaming hair and breathe in the smoky indoor air while talking on the telephone—the old-fashioned kind with a handset and spiral cord…