E ngaging viewers with a deviant logic, a set of oneiric rearrangements where a fish may fly or grow legs like a spider, and where a bloodstain on a sheet links to a starlit sea, Anna Livia Taborda Monahan traces her paintings back to a single texture: porosity. Recently, her visual language, which incorporates graffito , has gravitated toward a shell gone soft with holes, sand that lets light through, skin with more openings than it should have.