A guttural howl reverberates through the room. It emanates from the deepest recesses of a dark yet distinctly corporeal figure, whose perilous bosom and protruding horns loom in a menacing gesture over a creature kneeling before it. In its sweeping brushstrokes, the scene seems to evoke a still from a nightmare suspended in the unresolved tension of lingering twilight. Perched high up on the wall next to the row of windows, Untitled (2019) overlooks the exhibition space like a tutelary spirit, radiating a primal force that absorbs anyone approaching.– Seepage From My Primal Fountain, 2024, exhibition text excerpt, Lisa Deml with Laura Allsop