25.11.2016 - 14.01.2017
Here Nor There
Here Nor There curated by Lindsay Lawson
The presence of absence is something that is felt. Imagined rather than remembered. Sensed not seen. It usually has something to do with the past. Having shaped something that now is. Or inversely it is carved out by what now is.
Is and was are tantamount sans time.
Is and is not are interlocutors careful not to speak over each other.
And their conversation, the place where meaning occurs, is at the edges fringes surfaces borders that set them apart and yet is where they meet.
This thing that is felt, it can be anything, but it is not here, not now. It is a dent in a pillow. It is that undefined center space a gathering crowd creates.
It is not negative. It is a thing unto itself.
But here nor there, it is neither.
Lukas Geronimas, Robert Holyhead, Angelika Loderer, Marie Lund, Nicholas Pittman, Jasmin Werner: these artists have something in common.
First thing, I like their work. It’s physical, very material, and not like how everything is material. Actually it’s this presence of absence thing. I find it hard to articulate because that’s the nature of this thing. Elusive, slippery, squiggly, yet somehow simple and right in front of one’s face. The phrase chasing the dragon comes to mind, but I’m not talking about drugs. Rather I mean it literally: chasing after a weird-looking creature that doesn’t exist.
I’m an artist, too. And I feel connected to these practices because I see glimpses of my own practice in these works – probably a typical pareidolia of the archetypal artist – but these are creations I would never make. Correction: these are works I could never make. I could never dream them up from years of making, thinking about all the works these artists made before, each practice a complete world apart from any other. Then I come along and see something that unites them. It’s this thing unto itself.
By showing these works, I get the thrill of seeing other people’s ideas come together in one room. Is that not simply curating? Well it is, but I’m an artist, member? So I’ll be standing in the corner of the gallery rubbing my hands together and grinning.
– Lindsay Lawson