Closing Reception is: Friday, August 25th 4-8pm / Artist Talk 6pm
Open Hours: Saturday, August 26th 4-6pm or by appointment
Pipes deliver and receive as conductors; they flow all sorts of materials to both of their ends. But what happens when the pipe clogs?
In this exhibition, Portland based artists Elizabeth Arzani and ahuva s. zaslavsky meet in a rambling garden to conduct a dialogue about the concept of ends and the spaces in between, discussing the role of pipes and tubes as mechanisms for transporting materials and connecting contrasting spaces.
I am excited to say that as a new member of the artist collective Carnation Contemporary, I will be participating in Form.a, an art press fair focused on artist-run spaces in Portland.
“…the ants, which once crossed the border between life and death, slip through the skin now, linking the outside and the inside, history and event, myth and injury. A puncture. A crack…the ants climb the inner face of the body’s organs and, laboring against tissues and mucous membranes, advance steadily until they reach the most intimate crevices, the rifts. Collectors on the surface, predators under the ground. The ants have already colonized every corner of the planet and yet, clearly unsatisfied, they now travel through the lymphatic system, the large intestine, the very fine network of veins and arteries, the hidden side of the tongue.
As my artist residency with New Harmony Clay Project comes to an end, I will be giving a lecture on my month of research and experimentation with ceramics at the Working Men’s Institute in New Harmony, IN on Wednesday, February 1st at 6pm.
For those not able to attend in person, you can also read about (W)hole Studies on my blog, Collector of Sorts.
"All the ways a line hallucinates its own linearity...The most insistent pressure. The body's refraction. The voice's. How they ridge, crosshatch, and section again. The dissociated self cannot be approached as an object. It cannot be laid out before us at the mouth of a room. The best we can do is trail its impressions."
-Danielle Vogel (The Way A Line Hallucinates Its Own Linearity)
Verbal language can often become lost in translation. The same can be true of visual language. What is clear can also be transparent and therefore invisible. Misunderstood, or mistranslated entirely. This room holds visual words that have yet to be spoken. It is up to the audience who enters this mouth of a room to interpret what is seen and create for themselves a sentence structure of lines, shapes, colors, and subjects.