They are staccato paintings, racing across the field of vision with an energy that sings and delights in itself (one thinks of a dog chasing birds full-tilt across a soccer pitch). Erin’s work always seems to let the light in. Indeed light, in the form of that radiant, cream-toothed canvas, is always revealing itself between the countless marks of paint; the resulting images are robust but effervescent, and twinkling with mirth. To look at these pictures is to rejoice, as Erin does, in the beauty of information, of painting, and the world.
— Elisabeth Sulich
