Beneath every floor, the floor before,

Behind every eye, a soul and a war. 

The world is a many-layered thing and Matt Wood is looking for thin spots.  He presses and scrapes glazes of paint over the stacked veneers of plywood sheets in an attempt to reveal a rise or a writhe of the things behind the things in front.  With hawk and trowel he tailors his processes to encourage accidents and unintended effects – the goal being to paint a thing without painting it on purpose, to catch the submerged off-guard.   We are not alone here - the veil roils with the war behind it: a wing, a ruin, a curse, a prayer.