How easy it is to glance at/glance off so much contemporary art. Sometimes it seems partly a result of the postmodern repudiation of subjectivity and passion, which have always relied on images of depth for expression. One of postmodernism's more dubious contributions is to have substituted surface for depth. As if the self, with its dreams, passions, ideas, and longings can be so easily abolished. Given that Jake Berthot's recent work has located and explored depth through images drawn from the natural world, and has found a guide in Emerson, we might let the American philosopher's words orient us in the story of depth in nature and consciousness: "How shallow seemed to me yesterday in …