Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts

Christine's Installed Thesis

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Robyn's Installation


“…I can feel at which point in my body those emotions are coming from…”

        I greet Robyn in the gallery to a backdrop of his work, which lines the entire far wall.  Drills scream and hammering drowns out our conversation at times as we follow his metaphysical path through oil paint, stretching across eight 4x8 pieces of standard plywood.  We travel from conspiracy theory to reincarnation, make our way over the primordial ground to heated lasers, bathtubs and radio with a few pit stops along the way.




“…I will try to be extremely simple…”

Exhibition Prep with Justin


"...understanding through attempts..."

           I met Justin in the gallery space during the first day of installation, a week before the opening of his show. We found a place to sit on the couches underneath the stairs, and since he had it with him, Justin began by reading his artist statement. Although I nodded along and made a few brief notes during the reading, much of his lyricism washed over my head in a flood of vocabulary. I leaned our conversation towards his physical constructions to reground myself, and he was game to map out the layers involved. Yet every objective element was paralleled by a concept, and each interlaced in such a way that I began to blur objects and subjects. I found myself navigating his concepts tactually.   With Justin's prior journey through his materials guiding the way, our conversation felt sculptural in and of itself.




"The notion is still opaque but through language it becomes porous"

George's Studio



"...Because I had to taste complex flavors in my life again..."

           Holed up back in the corner, I found George and an armory of tools. While I chattered, he kept himself busy smoothing mill-marks out of the wood.  He had rescued these pieces of maple from a defunct Piano factory.  Throughout our conversation, the would-be hammer-keys were slowly becoming drawers. 
         With the labor-intensive, tedious and solitary task ahead of him, we talked about late night shop sessions and musical company, his 'sweetheart' cabinets full with mountains of tools, family inspirations and relationships between his theories of craft, design, music and art.


"...I kinda like the stories that go along with it."

Henrik's Studio