Angela Lane interrupts serene landscapes with visions of meteorological spectacle—eclipsed suns, descending light beams, luminous halos—that feel simultaneously catastrophic and transcendent. Painted in oil on modest birch panels, these intimate works demand physical closeness to register their delicate shifts in hue and soft reflections, yet they evoke striking vastness and solitude. The exhibition's title, Phase Shift, references both a physics term describing the displacement between waves and the colloquial sense of being out of sync—an awakening to altered perception.
