"How do you take the tradition of landscape and enliven it, give it a kinetic rush, imply a world that exists - not soundless, full of animal cries, earth smells burrowing behind the canvas? Region doesn't need a name. It is the locale from which the heart sets out, taking in the autumn smells, smoke and its fume, wet leaves, the sound of rain on a boulder, a hat. Years later, memory is the fuse that ignites a body of work. Few, working in the genre of landscape today achieve a sense of electrical charge. Many paintings beautifully painted are about 'beauty, and the replication of it. They are not about the illusion of distance, or miles the painter has traveled, living in the interior. Reddick has the idea: It is not to know where you are going. The idea is to know it when you get there. In really knowing this region from the interior, in having photographed these places, in having clumped in high grasses through brambles, Reddick has come to the darker brink. He knows the trajectory. What is perceived is not necessarily what is. Gary Reddick knows when to stop. And when to let the image know itself."