Saturday, August 31, 2013

Unknown Quantity - with extract from text by Claudia Capocci

They’re placed on top of each other in the same way you made a cage of pencils. The colours are gorgeous. Like they were singled out of the colour palette of the room. ---‘I’ve applied to work in a castle’ he’s wearing a bright red shirt, and one of the yellow Frieze bags you got at the art fair. –-and positioned together like a muted rainbow. That closes into each other, and placed in a space that’s the opposite to where the rainbow would usually be. It looks like a part of the—‘is that double socket a part of the work?’

I was wondering this, I could see the orange On light shining through the back

Could I charge my phone for five minutes? It had speakers plugged in it for the last show.—architecture. 
Claudia Capocci
The space has a mugginess to it that could make those bridles come in handy--

Dahhhh bah dahhhh, this young girl sure knows how to make an entrance.

‘I really really like the artwork here, I’m going upstairs now’

She bounds away. And skips back, and trots away, and walks out.

And quickly tiptoes back in.

The bridles—‘don’t run so close to the artwork darling, you might fall over’ she has some lovely pink strappy sandles, with pink socks. My favourite thing, seeing children in galleries. We’re looking at her amongst the art works. And she thinks we’re just looking at her so she performs for us.


Communist protest architecture

Blocks of flats

Lived in one of them.

What I thought were bridles, are in fact skeletons of clothes,  most of the material cut away from the seams, leaving the core and the most useful part of the clothes left. If you did wear them, I guess it would look like bridles on humans. But serve no purpose. I like the point of realisation when you realise that something is in fact something else. She manipulates her materials very well in order to create this—How do flies feel when they’re blown away from your face? One step forward, two steps back.

I think I thought they were bridles because of the way theyre hung. Coupled with the impression the space gives.

The architectural relationships between Will and Anja’s work. Both from different countries, both with the same idea of analyzing the living situations below the poverty line. Funnily enough, both with the same kind of colours.

-----Leak in the ceiling. Now theres a tiny puddle. DON’T PANIC NOTHINGS RUINED.

Speaking of, five minutes ago I noticed these gaping holes in the floor.
When you look inside them,
-One looks like a miniature well that a character from a film like Spartacus could get stuck in, I also want to say that’s a part of Rumplestiltskin but I’m not sure there’s a well in that at all.
-the other has water at the bottom and therefore a tiny dot of reflected light is on it. Which can either look like the most dilated pupil I’ve ever seen. Or an infinitesimal star, that this cellar floor has somehow managed to contain.


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