EXHIBITIONS / SHANE EASTWOOD, ALYSON HOWLAND, CHRISSIE IANSSEN, ANTON PULVIRENTI
21.05.2009 to 13.06.2009
The work in this exhibition continues Ianssen's engagement with temporal and spatial elements of folk textile, via its relation to the digital realm. Here, she has 'lifted' the patterned elements of tartan by excluding the architecture of weave, in her visualisation of an ever-shifting, incrementally transforming stratum of pattern history.
A common, felt sense of lack or limited self, an identity evinced in that folk songline, "there's a hole in the bucket, dear..." is addressed in this work by what appears to be cultural syncretic means that 'turn away' awareness to an inner realm 'within'; as a terminus for what is sometimes called the Beautiful or ineffable predicating the world of semblance. Unavoidable as it is, engagement with semblance often stimulates a felt lack, or sense of separateness that leads to the idea of negotiating 'wholeness' as something 'outside oneself'. This work however, salvages the notion, of not 'outside oneself'.
The pieces are assemblages of knitted and woven textiles, exploring form, texture and colour. Traditional craft practices, topography and Op art can be read as influences. Informing the work are the inherent characteristics of knitted textiles: the weave, line, texture and flexibility of form. Organic volumes emerge from the flat plane that may suggest elements of nature, landscape and architecture.
The confession has spread its effects far and wide. It plays a part in justice, medicine, education, family relationships, and love relations, in the most ordinary affairs of everyday life, and in the most solemn rites; one confesses one's crimes, one's sins, one's thoughts and desires, one's illnesses and troubles... One confesses in public and in private, to one's parents, one's educators, one's doctor, to those one loves; one admits to oneself, in pleasure and in pain, things it would be impossible to tell anyone else, the things one writes books about. One confesses -- or is forced to confess. [Michel Foucault, The History of Sexuality]
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