By Ria Dhull

Completely Subjective: Kerrin McCadden’s “Becca”

Serifs, I say. I like serifs. I like serifs too. They’re stable, constant, waiting, trembling, a boat. Bookends, I like to think, tape stretched thin across all four canvas-sides, quivering under the weight of three layers of oil, three layers of thick piled-on paint. It’s the curl on the end of a lowercase g, the…