The end results, are paintings that revolve around paradox while sweeping the viewer into their fold. I draw a comparison to the work of graphic artist M.C. Escher depicting images, for example, of a snake swallowing its tail. It’s a visual puzzle you can’t put down. As Guri speaks to me from her studio in Vancouver, behind her hangs a self-portrait, and I can’t take my eyes off it. Her hands are raised to imitate the shutter of a camera framing her ear, while blocking out nearly her whole profile. The hands, a trope of classical portraiture, are gentle, and unassuming. A feminine and inviting character, like the classic nude reclining in a settee, inviting the male gaze. But rather than direct the gaze in a sexually suggestive direction, our eyes are directed into the blackhole of her ear. Suddenly those hands - palms pressed forward - appear more assertive gesturing to the viewer to back-off, or alternatively suggesting intimacy where it is she who has the upper hand, taking you - the viewer - in, as if to hear your very thoughts. Suddenly, it is the virtues of the painter, acting as stage director, that controls the situation.