Drawing becomes an all-consuming force in Joanne Greenbaum’s paintings; the ephemeral intricacy of her surfaces is fixated in her concentrated gestures. In Table of Contents, Greenbaum’s solid masses of colour swell from and dissolve into attenuated mark-making: purple and orange architectural forms spring up with sketchy velocity, the matt black ground devours the painting, its smothering energy disintegrating short of the canvas edge. The chaotic system of numbers and diagrams serves as formalist play: the pleasure of stroking silver-white over black, the frantic vivacity of red and blue squiggles dancing between a web of lines. Table of Contents reads like a lexicon of everything; an encompassing sentiment expressed in minute detail.