The day started with a visit to Cork Street, in order to pursue the independent galleries and their artworks. The first series of work to catch my eyes was this series of photographs in the Allain Gallery, but unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of the photographer that took these images. What I love the most about them, is the amazing composition within each of them. They seem to show patterns and forms much like those found within a painting, and presented as such, yet are masterfully edited photographs. At first glance, I actually thought the dust storm image was a painting! However, I soon realised the fact that they were photographs.
‘Assassins’, Artist unfortunately not known
Another piece that I cannot remember the name of, this sculpture stuck with me. It consists of nothing more than Bronze, and references the human form, which are two very common artistic themes, but the forms are geometrically abstracted in certain ways. How did the artist manage to do this? It seems to have been carved out the bronze, much like the ancient figures crafted by our precursors, leaving certain areas intact as the Earth made them. Does this symbolise our coming from the Earth, and our eventual going back into it? The two forms cling together so tightly that they become one, much like my embrace sculptures, despite them being a standing embrace, rather than the firm coils of my own art.
Another interesting use of materials to craft a piece; here we see frosted glass used in an incredibly skilled way, capturing every minute detail of the hand that it has been modelled upon. The translucent hand clutches two branches, which seem to sprout out of the flesh held within it’s own grasp. There is such a simple idea here; Despite our continued attempts to destroy nature, whether it is through purpose or simply consequential, nature always seems to recover itself from us. It also brings to light ideas of nature lasting far longer than we shall, and will continue to thrive even after humanity has all but died out.
‘Across the Ravaged Land’, Nick Brandt
A beautifully powerful photography exhibition, seen in the ‘Atlas Gallery’. It was beautiful and stunning, each image showcasing a different story within this barren, violent and ancient landscape. The backdrop seen most in the imagery is a far horizon, punctuated by the clash between the white sky and the dark, hard earth. There are images of sadness and power here; elephants push the remains of fallen brethren along, a calf sits alone by her dead mother, whilst next to this image, another shows a mother laying next to her dead calf. There is such a sense of Desolation here, that I can hardly tear my eyes away; much like a car crash, I cannot keep my morbid curiosity from controlling me. Alongside images of these majestic beasts, cut down in their prime, are rangers clutching the sole reason they are killed; Tusks. The rangers seek to save them from poachers, but they stand here holding souvenirs of their failure; One image in particular showing a ranger crouching, clutching the tusks as if they were his own, as if he felt the lost mastodon to be a brother. Despite this, we see images of power, of anger and nature’s wrath in the form of Lions. Lions are shown here roaring, basking, and feasting on their dead prey. The juxtaposition of the anger and power, with the despair and majesty, showcases the curator’s astounding ability.
I have come away from this exhibition renewed.