In Conor Harrington’s work, euphoria is accompanied by tectonic shifts of substance and surface. Men, often elegantly attired in the exquisite costume of an eighteenth-century libertine, are thrown into an abstract ’scape, agitated by drips and smears, scorched by an intensity of chroma. Activated by a chorus of accidents, his painting attempts to both seize and separate the entanglement of abstraction and figuration that invigorates his surface with an almost feral force.