Dashes of paint, smudges on paper… the suggestion of landscape… eyes, lips. Lines meander and come together forming a figure like thoughts that merge to form an idea. These are the strange and haunting spaces of Ray Brown. Brown’s paintings and works on paper offer glimpses into the unknowable psyche. He gives us specters that refuse to join us and refuse to leave us. These are undefined and elusive moments, always on the verge of becoming, yet never fully formed. Are these friends, family? Lovers, strangers? Self-portraits? It doesn’t really matter. Brown seems to have an instinct for knowing when to leave things alone, when enough isn’t quite enough, but more would overpower. Brown finds an indeterminate space that is so satisfying in its mysteries.