You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
Untitled (Freedom is near, Rose, Night), 2008-2023.
““The night time is the right time,” a time to reveal and fulfill desire, a time to dream, the world of the unknown, the hallucinatory.”
“Yes, “it’s always night,” which is why we absolutely need light”
“they had to camouflage their boldness”
– Kelley, Freedom Dreams
Galerie Monnin at Atlantic ArtHouse-The Open Boat, December 7-10, 2023, Villa Paula, 5811 N Miami Avenue, Miami.
“La compréhension …”
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Jacqueline Utley, Flowers Looking Care, 2021. Oil on linen. 40 x 30 cm, 15 3/4 x 11 3/4 in. via Niru Ratnam at Untitled Miami.
Think of those flowers that you plant, Ashish Avikunthak, Emma Cousin, Milly Thompson, Jacqueline Utley, 5 July – 12 August 2023.
A Gentil Carioca is pleased to announce Topografia da Memória, an installation by Sallisa Rosa commissioned by Audemars Piguet Contemporary, curated by Denis Pernet and Thiago de Paula Souza. The work explores the theme of memory and is made up of more than 100 ceramic pieces handmade from collected clay, arranged in such a way as to create an environment for visitors to explore.
Topography of Memory will be on display until December 17, 2023 at the Collins Park Rotunda. In 2024, the work will be presented in Brazil, where it will be exhibited at the Pinacoteca de São Paulo between March 16 and July 28.
Topography of Memory.
Yonamine, It‘s expensive to be poor, 2022, Mixed Media and silkscreen on canvas, 200 x 180 cm.
Source: Galerie Michael Janssen
PARLA_MUTE, PR text by Jose Falconi–“… prepare yourself to contemplate (and enjoy) the critical difference that separates iteration from repetition because YONAMINE will stage a show on such a gap. When you get to the show don’t mind the gap: he inhabits it, it is his favorite place, his most fertile locus”
“… cannot be earned, merited or deserved, only generously given”
“There was a bracketed place in her brain where things were both true and not true simultaneously. […] Live two lives. Escape and be at home” (ZS)
“we must tap the well of our own collective imaginations” (RK)
“… it lies in patterns of meaning, in invocations of values, and in connection to the life the reader is living and the world she wants to see.” (RS)
Again, as always, when the shadows fall,
In that sweet space between the dark and day,
I leave the present and its fretful claims
And seek the dim past where my memories stay.
I dream an old, forgotten, far-off dream,
And think old thoughts and live old scenes anew,
Till suddenly I reach the heart of Spring—
The spring that brought me you!
I see again a little woody lane,
The moonlight rifting golden through the trees;
I hear the plaintive chirp of drowsy bird
Lulled dreamward by a tender, vagrant breeze;
I hold your hand, I look into your eyes,
I touch your lips,—oh, peerless, matchless dower!
Oh, Memory thwarting Time and Space and Death!
Oh, Little Perfect Hour!
Jessie Redmon Fauset, Douce Souvenance