André Racz's 'Perseus Beheading Medusa, VII' feels like it was coaxed into being through layers of watery ink. The palette swims in shades of teal, each mark a step in a dance between control and chance. It's process-oriented, where the making is laid bare. Look at Medusa’s writhing form at the bottom; see how she’s rendered in such dark, solid shapes. Her body twists in ways that both repel and attract. In contrast, Perseus is all airy lightness, like a ghost in the act. The layers interact, creating a depth that pulls you in. It's not just about the myth, but about the act of layering memory and emotion. The loose, almost ethereal quality reminds me a bit of Odilon Redon’s dreamscapes, but with a sharper edge. Racz invites us to linger in the ambiguity, to find our own monsters and heroes in the murky depths.