It would be hard for us to appreciate Marie Pohl’s artwork more. Really. All that she brings into existence, whether digitally or terrestrially rendered, whether anthropomorphic or more typically figurative — it all hits us with something like the true joy of art. It’s like when we first saw a Pietro Longhi painting or a Jacques Tourneur movie. Work like Pohl’s kindly/mercifully populates the emotional structure of possibility in our brain — that is, for us, it makes life worth living. Merci. 🦇🐍