Artificial landscapes move stealthily throughout Dana DeAno's new work. In playing with domestic throw- aways, flea market treasures, broken scraps and bits, the borders seem to get fuzzy; often hidden, murky, illusionary. Ideas of rural spances breed as ambiguities rise and fall throughout the work. She is continually pushing and pulling, filling and editing, climbing and descending, revealing and concealing through the work. DeAno calls it all drawing, as this is what she has done for so long; drawing with textiles, drawing through building with controlled chaos, drawing with reusable craft, and all in a casual manner. It becomes almost a pile of orchestrated randomness, topped with a teaspoon of clarity. Ideas of space, time, land, dioramas, farm and peek inside panoramic sugared eggs dance in her head daily.