It's not often that artwork reminds me of music. Looking at a Rothko I start to hear deep, droning ambient sounds layering on top of one another. Stephen Fabian's artwork reminds me of the perfect prog rock album that was never made. I want to hear those narrative songs telling the stories these images are about. Soaring, methodical, noodling guitar work and passionate vocals. Fabian's forms are lyrical in their own sense. The curves are like the language of music. The shifts in color and value are like the shifts in the moods of a song's story. Visual art and music don't occupy the same kind of interplay with Time. Visual art is consumed at the viewers' leisure. Music is consumed during its allotted time. A painting doesn't occupy the same amount of time as a song. Yet, Fabian's work does in a sense. Eyes traveling across any of his presented image-scapes is a journey through time.