Opening Friday 25 March 2016, 6 to 9pm
Also showing on Saturday 26 and Sunday 27 March, noon till 6pm
The drawing anticipates the pen. A pen progresses where the line on paper already preceded, like a narrative running ahead of itself. I follow. A hand, the artist’s hand?, guides me, the rise of a soundtrack, repetitions, recalls, and continuity editing intimate a sense of narrative.
I gather certitude from the reinforced material qualities of objects: the screen supported by tripods, the speakers visible on each side, the dust on the glass, the lens flare, the projection going blurred and focusing again.
The object-ivity is emphasised, but simultaneously, the tools that constructed its very physicality -the surface of paper, the structure of a tripod and colour of a Chroma key background- have been left in the frame.
Other certainties: Where the finger meets the screen, it leaves a smudge, yet there is no finger and that is not the screen. Or. If I walk over the cliff edge and do not look down, I will not fall. Neither, if I hold on to the reality dictated by the video sphere even as it bares the artifice of its own construction.
Through implacable, progressive slippages, glitches, derapages, the work’s coding structure builds to destroy, contradicting its own output, undermining the reality it purports to show, cracking under its own lightness. And I, falling. floating. lucid. dreaming. Aka living.