The painting literally and figuratively leaves the frame with Carroll. The ‘natural’, almost colourless constructions that are reminiscent of the Arte Povera movement take all kinds of forms: paintings shaped like – but still paintings according to Carroll – (wall) sculptures, tables, boxes, hinged surfaces, light boxes … In each case the artist searches for the perfect composition – on the surface, in 3D or in depth – a painstakingly long process that is determined by experimentation and an unwavering commitment to discovering the new, no matter how much patience or effort it requires.
Here and there something of text pops up which, thanks to the sparing and meticulous way in which it is employed, soon turns into poetry. Fragments of sentences are illegible “scraps” which, just like the other materials, merge into a new whole. The work 'Untitled (poem)' is exceptional within this theme : a pile of letters which seems to have fallen off the wall and been swept into a corner. The poem lost all of its original cohesion and thus its power.