Showing posts with label Annet Gelink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Annet Gelink. Show all posts

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Roger Hiorns at Annet Gelink

Roger Hiorns at Annet Gelink
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The Jewel-crusted success of Hiorns sulfate sculptures almost eclipsed the less fabulous concoctions-as-representations for the surfaced body. Here the latex skins on polycarbonate panels - looking like congealing soup, e.g. Kristeva's abjection: breakdown between subject and object - the goo and strata of flesh and bone, and the machinic body ejaculating foam at the mouth, Hiorns wild material divergence always expressed in dualities, steel and perfume, machine and foam, boy and fire, boy and gratuitously hulking aircraft engine, the bodily soft always set against its cold hard master, rigid and pliance, occasionally providing a mild erosion of that order, a strange and insistent fetish that we all seem to enjoy.


See too: Henrik Olesen at Reena SpaulingsErwin Wurm at Kunstmuseum WolfsburgCathy Wilkes at Kunstmuseum Linz, Valerie Snobeck at Essex StreetAndro Wekua at Sprüth Magers

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Rezi Van Lankveld at Annet Gelink

Rezi Van Lankveld at Annet Gelink
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Psychedelia's tropes attempt to convey the psychotropic by finding visual metaphors for it, that while kaleidoscopic and tremulous in their own right merely find analogy for what are the very distinct slippages in perception that drugs produce - drawing the carpet melting isn't the same as experiencing the carpet thawed to run under feet sinking quite rapidly into it - the experience vs the concept, the difference between, say, photography and Cezanne, two poles between which van Lankveld has fluctuated for some time before finally clubbing one far end hardly with the clouds, with this particular painting.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Glenn Sorensen at Annet Gelink

Glenn Sorensen at Annet Gelink
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Got to give Jennifer Higgie Credit for calling Sorensen "post-industrial Monets." If the impressionists commented on the particularity of French light, Sorensen maybe on the peculiar liquidness of lighted night, and what had been Sorensen's illustrative starkness now sights meltdown of a visual disturbance sort, of unnatural abruptness that shorts rods and cones into afterimages, emergency light, disorientated to something representational that feels abstract.