Friend Gay’s practice of self-hypnosis and meditation and desire to experience altered states of conscience have taken her art to a new place - a place not unlike that Williams Blake describes where the doors (portals) of perception have been cleansed and we are now allowed to explore the infinite. Or as Grace Slick sings, “When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead,
Go ask Alice and Feed your Head.
— Clint Willour
Friend Gay’s work captures a particular moment: the instantaneous state of light and atmosphere, against the slower background of natural time. Painting with a deft, slightly brushy touch and with uncanny accuracy, she makes you feel that the time of the picture is still happening. Friend Gay attends to the world she depicts with a tenderness that is suprisingly moving. It’s rather like Henry David Thoreau’s observations about the constant cycling of nature, how the falling and death of leaves becomes the beginning of new life, and that nothing, in fact, is ever lost.
— Kathleen Whitney