continues
Sarah was invited to explore National Art School’s experimental space for their inaugural presentation of the Dobell Prize for Drawing, which had previously been hosted by the Art Gallery of New South Wales (AGNSW) https://www.dobell.nas.edu.au/enter
(3 chairs, false doorway and acrylic painting, print and light installation)
Both philosophy and art are a reflection of the world and it is vital to constantly reawaken our understanding of this place and our role in it. In this cave like place, there are shadows, copies of reality. These adjustments to the existing architecture rouse the senses, question what was there against what is there now. The focus continuously wavers between illusion and reality. Take time to examine the authenticity of what is seen.
Continues explores space. Both as an intermediary transitional place leading to other places, but also a dead end, going nowhere. Which alludes to life, of passing through, and yet ending. The work references the exterior, and surrounding area. Outside there is daylight and it is that light that shapes our understanding of what we see, that draws the forms with its lights and shadows. Inside we are in the cave, all the images we see are just shadows of reality. All other light just imitates the sun. The Sun who doth permit the base contagious clouds to smother up his beauty from the world? ( http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/henryiv/2kh4charactershal.html )
This is a progression of the work Glaucon
shadows – hold their breath
Blake Prize Finalist
May – July 2018
Casula Powerhouse
In shadows – hold their breath the light from a window shadows moves around a corner, and goes back again. Flowing, from the not-yet of the future to the no-longer of the past, constantly in the present the breath, constantly running forward to death. This work explores the notion of time as a multi-dimensional process.
The title is taken from a line in Emily Dickinson There’s a certain Slant of light.
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
