“Sex and humor have long canoodled in the foreground of Jessica Lajard’s art. This intimate coupling services a whimsical surrealism that flushes all aspects of the self-pleasuring universes implied by her sculptures. She collapses sensually alert organs of the human body onto a judicious selection of the forms of the world—organic and inorganic; animal, vegetable, and mineral; real and archetypal—so plausibly that the dreamlike realms she conjures assume an air of inevitability and come to tint our waking vision as well. Much as Georgia O’Keeffe did for flowers and desert bluffs, Lajard ensures that we can never again look at many things without the frisson induced by the erotic charge of her works. ” Joseph R. Wolin
