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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Cecilia Ramon’s drawings

Her lines smolder. The line seems to be reaching, not drawn from the hand but marks from an emerging landscape with octaves of light and absence. The line traces the cracks in stone and branches like a twig. The pressure is uneven, faint, heavy, coarse or fine. Angles, trapezoids, a zigzag. Near the edge, a web of lines, a weaving, not as if it was meant for the whole, but to join two opposing directions.

The paper is scored, fractured, scarred, perforated. Stitched in short lines, not a repair but a language of needle and thread.

A transparent wash of orange, yellow, or clay glides through the image and over scars and fractures and beyond, off the page.

In one drawing, the white canyon of the page opens into a glimpse of sheer blue/green, vestige of a civilization or a map, with an archipelago. Or perhaps it’s a shard, suspended upon a thread, raw edged and in the pale wash of clay, pierced back to front with broken threads, floating. She has given us another plane, a third dimension that floats in front of us.

Brokenness

Kathy McTavish's video work is original. This is a recomposition of image into music.

The camera is the saxophone of John Coltraine, and she is blowing endless notes. Improvs with stills. A sequencing of the light.

She finds beauty in made objects. Brokenness. Decoding the industrial genome. Ladders. Metalwork. Radiators. Pipes. Faucets. Drains. Mesh. Grids, spans. Spider webs. Window panes. Sidewalks. Oblique angles on the linear. Bricks, doors, overhead beams. An urban decay. Rust. Lime deposits. Silt, dust, grit.

Images return again and again and are made abstract. Images are layered and masked. There is an obsessiveness. A sky. Ghost images. Blurring. The movement is a change in angle. The focal point is shifting as are the lines of perspective. The eye of the camera takes in both near and far simultaneously.

Here is a deconstruction of the subject into color and light, and a deconstruction of the notion of film and movie. Time is slowed down and the frame becomes a magnifying glass. The object becomes a character and the light becomes ecstatic.