The conception of meaning and space, conceptual and physical, the near reading of obscured words, the brush marks on torn paper strips, dangling or glued together, bring to mind forests, the light filtering through branches, and the notion that, like the deep chanting of Tibetan monks, there is a profound and wordless voice, partly your own, penetrating and supporting the structure of the world. Zopp’s work plays with the potential of this voice to become a creative companion as we make our journey.

- Alan Crichton, The Waldo Independent, March 26 1998