It wouldn’t be fair to call Krista Hasson a painter. It’s too limiting. She’s an autodidact with the barely contained energy of a small star. It gives the impression that at any moment you might be engulfed in a supernova as she reinvents herself in a new medium;  consumed in the sound and the fury. Fortunately, as Krista is quick to point out, she’s also a goofball. Continue reading Krista Hasson Gathers No Moss →