There's something vaguely tense about these beautiful abstract paintings by shirley kaneda. Skillfully rendered with amazing color palettes, they feel like they're literally depicting oil and water. Attraction and repulsion, nature and man-made. I may be over thinking this all but I'm coming to trust the feelings that emerge from seeing a piece of art, even if it isn't exactly logical. But regardless of it's "true meaning", isn't this work just wonderful nonetheless?