“Themes we find loosely woven into Frank Ippolito’s collection of imagery emerge from the archetypal dreamscape. Rag-tag army of icons that have been with us for longer than memory can serve. Unnamed. Discarded by modern society; hardwired and old school; sitting just beneath the thin veneer of banal routine. Hair trigger. Knee jerk. Spring loaded. With resonance they well up from the depths of dreams, from beneath an artist’s paintbrush, beyond the opening of a camera’s shutter, in between random mouse-clicks, or perhaps through a chance passage across an old and rusted threshold.”