Wednesday 1 July 2009
KAREN HENNESSEE AT marcia wood
(provisional criticism in the spirit of provisional painting)
THE STRAND Manipulated Imagery & Installations
by Karen Hennessee
Aged and quiet,calcified in a constant transitory state of purity. Time changes and yet everything remains,withering and fragile. Brushed white and bleached by the sun,the salt,and sand. Inner dialogue and memories wash across each other. The wind off the water is endless and its empty persistence is both wonderful and without at the same time. It leaves us in a place. The very presence of the ocean and its sounds. There are stories.
This installation's manipulated imagery is a piece of a beautiful sea shell sticking out of the wet sand. It is waiting to be discovered for its state of completion. As a person experiencing it, we become the wholeness of it.
Sometimes it is morning and there's nobody around. Weathered careful hands seem to be wisely and carefully behind the scene. Or someone adept in
mimicking this patient kind of crafting. The kind that seems to only come from a time that is now lost. The same stillness and narrative quality of some of Andrew Wyeth's work floats on the air and in the light coming off of the objects. It makes an effort to purposefully pay homage to what has become traditional oceanic collectibles and memorabilia. They create a mood. They demand also that they are simply objects. Representations reminiscent of the real thing,a reminder of what it is like to take a keepsake,to make a memory. Transplanting a real moment and carrying it altered and sacred forever.
A Photograph embedded with a fragment of shell. A certain reality collides with an ideal. Images that have begun to fade,scratched and tattered and hanging as if exposed to the elements.
Innocence also is shifted into this. In the suggestions of stories and shared experience there is an intense sense of isolation to this installation. Alone with your own time,you can pay attention to the details. Nature has its relationships with us and between us.Just like us. Lost in it and disregarding the passing of days or years. The environment and its ceaseless sounds are never ending. A patina that only can be made in dried white scrapes of salty air consumes this place. It is both a faux finish with a deliberation that is reflexive, while also being something that comes out into our space and into another layer of consideration.
Perhaps these words belong in one of the empty envelopes. Maybe in their hollow shell sound they are symbolic of the empty envelope. Rather than wanting to fill it,they become a desperate lost vessel. A discarded misunderstood golden spiral that once housed something spineless. Entering this show,this cycle with your thoughts,it finds a rhythm. That constant comforting sound. It finds you and your part in the rouxteen.
(The temptation to type curse words here is strong. I have no idea why my image insists on posting sideways. I must have turned 90 degrees and saved the thing 6 times now. It appears the correct way when selected. Having closed and reopened windows repeatedly,I am at a loss.
I kinda like it,tho. Now that I think about it-it just reinforces the clunky approachable characterisitc to this whole mess.It truly carries that "provisional" voice forward. Except for maybe not now that I've explained it to you. Unless of course explaining it is just an extension of it. Which it isn't. I will be honest.
Believe me,I necessarily apply previous knowledge to grand observations & presumptions ...so just go with that. The entire framework we exist in grasps for pathetic straws. I am stil demanding and telling. Just not how you are used to. So catch up. As far as if you go to see Karen's show...truth be told, I don't care. This was about me.)
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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