There
is something disconcerting about the quiet art of Marie Navarre. The mostly
monochromatic objects and images scrupulously selected and juxtaposed by the
artist, often mounted in spare, clean, almost clinical steel frames or housed
in unobtrusive boxes, are strangely familiar. While devoid of overt emotionality
and visual flashiness, Navarre's constructions, if they can be called that,
speak eloquently of the basic nature of human experience, of being beyond the
boundaries of the verbal and the visual.