Exhibition TextImages

Untitled (Shifted flowers)
2016
Acrylic on linen
50 x 40’’ / 127 x 101.6 cm

 

 

 

Untitled
2016
Acrylic on linen, wood frame
17 x 13 3/4” / 43.2 x 34.9 cm

 

 

 

Untitled (Floating leaves)
2016
Acrylic on linen
30 x 23” / 76.2 x 58.4 cm

 

 

 

Untitled (Pair)
2016
Acrylic on linen
23 x 18” / 58.4 x 45.7 cm (each)

 

 

 

Untitled (Stacked dog)
2016
Oil stick on paper
22 x 30” / 55.9 x 76.2 cm

 

Untitled (Dot)
2016
Inlaid plywood and stain
30 x 22“ / 76.2 x 55.9 cm

You go back to your room and collapse onto your too-narrow bed. You sleep, like a simpleton, with your eyes wide open. You count and you organize the cracks in the ceiling. The conjunction of shadows and stains, and the variations of adjustment and orientation of your gaze, produce effortlessly, slowly, dozens of nascent shapes, fragile coalitions that you are able to grasp only for a fleeting second, fixing them on a name: vine, virus, town, village, face, before they disintegrate and everything starts all over again: the sudden appearance of a gesture or movement, of an outline or the merest suggestion of an empty sign which you allow to develop, a chance meeting which grows into a firm acquaintance: an eye staring back at you, a man asleep, an eddy-pool, the gentle rocking of sail-boats, the tip of a tree, a branch shattered, preserved, recovered, and from which emerges with growing precision the beginnings of another face, hardly different from the last one, perhaps a little more grim or more attentive, a face in abeyance, in which you search in vain for the eyes, the neck, the forehead. But all that you are able to retain, or find, only to let slip again immediately, is the impression of an ambiguous smile, the shadow of a nostril, prolonged, perhaps, by the trace – ignominious or glorious, who can say? – of a scar.

A Man Asleep, by Georges Perec