“When the logical progression through time and space is hijacked by memory, there is a certain collapse of what was there, and out of this disintegration, a third distinct place emerges as a physical presence. My work pieces together this place, combining the familiar with the unfamiliar, the past and the present. What results is a hedge inside a room, a table leg in between branches, an armchair sitting inside a deserted pool. Space is restructured by the emotions it houses and what might have been a linear internal narrative becomes a topography of recollection, uncertainty, loss, and retelling.”
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A lively read as usual, and very dreamy work. Which is why I don't understand why anyone would even bring up painting being "dead". I keep reading this on the internet, lots of fear mongering. Even the notion is contradictory to so many's existence, painting's woven so thickly into humanity, it just becomes a silly thing to say.
I know Allison well, and I am always amazed by her work as well as this statement..I too am a painter, and although I am able to communicate with my painter friends like Allison, writing what it is that I think and do is nearly impossible for me..her statement is excellent.
Have you seen the David Hockney shows? Will you review?