An essay written by Lise Patt about the paintings of Sande Sisneros. Penned in 1997, amended in 2012.

It is impossible to find a coherent story in these paintings. They are not narratives but a type of poetry before words; psychic assemblages that are part dream, part memory and part fantasy.  As viewers we become witnesses to a deep old secret that, paradoxically, can never be revealed to us. We feel we have arrived too early (before the secret is disclosed) or too late (after the event that created the secret)…

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