What a fire cracker of a work! Ptolemy hits it out of the All-England Club once again with his meditation on existence and grass. “July is when I watch more tennis than any other time of the year. Of course I am primed to make art about the daily assault of grass on my eyes. The way it dies over the length of the tournament, it is heart-breaking, yet we must struggle on. In my work the grass never dies, it fights on, showing us the path and leading the way. Onward!”
Ptolemy is the only abstract artist I ever look at. Any other abstract artist is just a waste of eyeball energy.
Coca Nyula, art critic, dress designer and part-time magician