India Evans “You don't just see India Evans' works, you enter them, drawn by a slightly illicit-feeling fascination, like you're sneaking into the underground temples of ancient Roman mystery cults. She often leads the eye down long hallways and dark passages that might open up to infinite vistas if we could follow them far enough. Released from their original settings, her antique nudes are free to entice and cavort to their own bacchic purposes...becoming elemental and ineffable as Egyptian gods. Or they choose to speak in butterflies or birds. Her images are tactile and layered, three-dimensional -- or maybe four, since time plays such a large hand in them. The lyrical language fragments she stitches into them can be like obscure inscriptions on broken monuments that occlude as much as they reveal. Maybe it's a dream language, at once surreal and familiar, earthy and numinous, holding keys to hidden mysteries. A young woman opens her legs at the center of a pattern that looks ancient and powerful, like a net of ley lines, or tribal tattoos. It seems an image of pure sex magic, but the inscription adds another dimension of meaning: my heart is the secret the universe is telling.” - John Strausbaugh