What the eye assumes to be an ode to the human figure slowly – and surely – slips almost imperceptibly into the velvety wobble of abstraction, yet it is through this very slippage that Silveria Martin’s image – the Queer male body – becomes more, not less, visible. The harder you look, the more you see. The more you see, the less you know. The less you know, the harder you believe (or doubt) what the painting says, encouraging you to look harder once more. And so Silveria Martin’s cunning carousel of looking turns.