Station (Milan)

When we depart from a train and ascend an escalator and walk through the building toward the street, we exist within someone else's idea of the ideal train station, someone else's idea of efficiency and beauty.

It is an ideal that may have originated in the fascist's perversion of classical architecture, as one of Waite's recent works suggests.

In his painting and works on paper, the artist finds a way to frame and thus reveal the intentions, assumptions, and fantasies that have been encoded into every structure and structured place we inhabit, visit, or pass through.

He focuses on the collisions between then and now, here and there - the segmenting of time and what it says about us.

- John Yau
excerpted from catalog essay
“Hand Painted Images for Ozymandias' Album”