By Mikal Saint George
Forget Astor Place, Vinegar Hill or Smith Street. Without doubt the hottest real estate on the market exists in the fertile confines of Jeff Soto's mind. An Orwellian wonderland landscaped by Dr. Suess, decorated by Maurice Sendak and packaged by Sid and Marty Krofft. Fuck Gwathmey and their undulating curtain of glass.
This artist puts himself into his work even more so than would be expected. The feeling is cathartic for the viewer because there is an underlying understanding that the creative process has been cathartic for Soto. For a few moments, past, present and future are merged to form another reality. In creating this alternative universe Soto invites us to explore our personal journeys and bleed them into his own.
