Keyser’s paintings deviate from the main road. They mine the sideroads and the edges of our minds and return to what consciousness has dropped. The pictorial is indivisiable from the material, yet all the while maintains a playful and deviant relationship.
Like poetry, in which a single word or line becomes a matrix, for the proliferation of thought and form, the bodies of Keyser’s paintings become scaffolds for intervention and expansion.
"Paintings are tools, but they have been made strange, and that is the source of their power.“ (Alva Nöe)