Delay, Decay, Living, Living

27.10.2019

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Still hills wait. Gates wait. Purple trees, White trees, wait, wait, Delay, decay. Living, living, never moving. Ever moving Iron thoughts came with me And go with me. We came together for the simple act of hanging pictures on the walls. These pictures are durational, gatherings of materials in duration, invaded lands, morphed figures captured from the back, decay taking its time. The duration left behind by what hangs on the walls will resonate with a soundtrack made for the show. The artists who have a very different tie to the subject matter will take joy from the allegory of a landscape show, perhaps playing with a formalism dared by the elasticity of emotions allowed by a landscape. Maybe the same landscape captured by different artists in different temporalities in completely different manners finds each other through a warp in space-time. Perhaps one could simply argue this fictive science is how we come together in life. The difference pictures allowed from the different things the same landscape captures in its lifetime.