Exhibitions > hello goodbye

Exhibition at Metro Space Gallery
Nov. 4 - 25, 2011

Photographs of work taken by Terry Brown.

Rail Dress
Tea-stained cotton and thread
18" x 41"
2011
Rail Dress
(detail)
Tea-stained cotton and thread
18" x 41"
2011
Rail Dress
(detail)
Tea-stained cotton and thread
18" x 41"
2011
Diadem
Cigarettes, coffee filters, copper wire, nails and picture frame
8.25" x 10.25"
2011
Diadem
(detail)
Cigarettes, coffee filters, copper wire, nails and picture frame
8.25" x 10.25"
2011
Threads
Gel transfer, acrylic, thread and copper nails on wood panel
9" x 15"
2011
Late Autumn
Graphite on Japanese paper, cotton fabric, pen and ink, colored pencil
11" x 14.5"
2011
Late Autumn 
(side view)
Graphite on Japanese paper, cotton fabric, pen and ink, colored pencil
11" x 14.5"
2011
What the Night Keeps from You
Graphite, colored pencil, gouache, and ink on paper
11" x 14"
2011
Leave Something Behind
Cyanotype and watercolor on paper
16" x 20"
2011
Finding Center
Cyanotype on paper
16" x 20"
2011
cyanotype
Cyanotype and metallic thread on paper
16" x 20"
2011


Artist Statement
Human beings moult just like other animals, only the skins we shed are psychic. Our scars are weighted with stories. The rambling moments accumulate as days, months, and years. We move forward through life by shedding joy and pain, occupations and lovers. We lose who we were in order to reinvent ourselves.

I am drawn to the tenuousness of life. It floats as delicate and strong as silk thread. As an artist, I process my experience through the creation of images – by stitching in the moments, scratching in the lines with ink. I create new forms with hands embedded with the past.

Through this series of work, I seek to find the infinite in the evanescent. It is my attempt to navigate the world through the corporeality of a body while also unveiling the invisible thread that runs through everyday life and keeps us pressing forward. I embrace the little deaths that we experience – a flower that begins to die once it is cut, breath exhaled as cigarette smoke, the shadowy flutter of moths, the passing of one more train. Each moment exists and is shed in favor of the fugitive, liquid moment. Only by saying goodbye can we begin to say hello.