Exhibition "Hundred Laps Around the Pond, Hundred Laps Around the Bush" in Hobusepea Gallery
Photos A.M. Liivrand
Excerpt from press release:
“The fabric absorbs colour just as it does a coffee stain. The water in the fountain circulates, endlessly repeating itself and its form. The pond is stagnant. And I look at the trees and bushes.
My gaze gets caught in an unfathomable density, reducing it to conceptual, somber, and graphic surfaces. A little self-mockingly, and at times giving myself agency. Briefly engaging with the imagery – animated, grotesque, personifying – or ambitiously tackling a detailed landscape motif.
One layer, amidst this opulence of detail, consists of dense hatched or patterned surfaces. While the repeating of patterns might be a search for a constant or a means of organising one’s thoughts, getting entangled and immobilised in them evokes the notion that “I am this stagnant pond.” A stagnant and overgrown pond with a fountain spouting at its far end.
Amidst the repetition and intense density, a desire to understand emerges: through which gaze, from which perspective, and with what preconceived notions do I perceive the landscape? Perhaps, to truly engage, one must don a black blindfold, hold a black Claude glass, and circle the pond one hundred times, circling the bush another hundred.”
“The fabric absorbs colour just as it does a coffee stain. The water in the fountain circulates, endlessly repeating itself and its form. The pond is stagnant. And I look at the trees and bushes.
My gaze gets caught in an unfathomable density, reducing it to conceptual, somber, and graphic surfaces. A little self-mockingly, and at times giving myself agency. Briefly engaging with the imagery – animated, grotesque, personifying – or ambitiously tackling a detailed landscape motif.
One layer, amidst this opulence of detail, consists of dense hatched or patterned surfaces. While the repeating of patterns might be a search for a constant or a means of organising one’s thoughts, getting entangled and immobilised in them evokes the notion that “I am this stagnant pond.” A stagnant and overgrown pond with a fountain spouting at its far end.
Amidst the repetition and intense density, a desire to understand emerges: through which gaze, from which perspective, and with what preconceived notions do I perceive the landscape? Perhaps, to truly engage, one must don a black blindfold, hold a black Claude glass, and circle the pond one hundred times, circling the bush another hundred.”