Let's get the affinities to other painters out of the way first: Ryder's crepuscular ambience, Florine Stettheimer's clotted languor, Thomas Kincaid's kitschy cottages. Throw in the exhibition title, cribbed from a Blake poem (another line refers to the Industrial Revolution's "dark satanic mills"), and you'll get a sense of the baleful beauty suffusing these bent fairy tales. Harrison paints on battered wood grounds, which lend his gargoyles, hooded vandals, satyrs, and woodland creatures the feel of specters glimpsed in a tarnished looking... More >>>