Oliveira’s works do not sit, nicely displayed, in a room nor do they invite quiet contemplation. They command. They invade. They burst through walls, bulge and creep into space, drip, project, grow, and otherwise overtake and overwhelm wherever they happen to be. His paintings, too, dictate their own unique terms of viewing. Their abstract surfaces composed of patched-together, fat, squiggling, brightly hued brushstrokes take the eyes on a wild ride from one edge of the canvas to the other. Their striated strokes resemble the patterns of the grain on the countless individual pieces of wood out of which Oliveira constructs his three-dimensional work.