Geoff McFetridge paints the thought before a thought. Or a thought before it becomes a thought. He is sort of in the realm of what does infinity look like? Where does an idea end and begin; and what is an idea anyway? In recent years, Geoff has been open to articulation of his thought-process when painting, but he seems to making grander statements about a universal self while simplifying his painting practice. Before his new solo show opens at Half Gallery in NYC this week, I love the way they describe Geoff: “Geoff McFetridge himself feels closer to an artichoke – pull away the many meaty leaves until you arrive at the heart of things.” That is wonderfully spoken.