CAROLINE
BANKS, PAUL BECKER, SOPHIE BROWN, JACK DUPLOCK, ELINOR EVANS, CATHRINE
EVELID, ALEX GENE MORRISON, RALF NÜHN, LUCIE RUSSELL, SIGGA BJORG
SIGURDARDOTTIR, SARAH THOMAS
Three Colts Gallery
Unit 207 (2nd Floor)
Greenheath Business Centre
Three Colts Lane
Bethnal Green
London E2
3rd - 26th September
2004
Open Friday to Sunday 12 to 6pm
Preview Friday 3rd September 2004 6.30 – 9.30pm
With PA by Jesus Licks ...the first fully feral band! (www.jesuslicks.co.uk)
Bethnal Green BR/Bethnal Green underground/Buses 254, 109
Electrical tape, caves,
bubbling water, dust, monsters, animal masks, creatures disguised as humans,
bad dreams, faces merging, growing, mutating, foaming, gore, horror, horses
smoking, bear hugs, animals talking, faces in a computer, experiments
gone awry, cheats, tricksters, machines misbehaving, bad genes, strange
parties and secret invitations, these are the other people
Bumps in the day,
a flash just outside of your peripheral vision, limbs quickly hidden,
a bark, or was it a growl…or even an unformed muttering? These are
the beings that lurk behind closed doors, the inanimate animals that resume
their conversation as soon you as you leave the room; the stranger in
the basement below, banging, drilling and batterering tin, electrical
sparks, smoke and what you can only describe as a guttural groan.
The work in the show is placed somewhere between material and myth, hiding
between the hysteric anxious layers of human metamorphosis. The beast
lying, dozing, deep inside, yawns and stretches and slowly blurs into
its human form. The machine clanks itself awake, stirs its fellow man,
half formed, half alive, coiled beside; it is not yet dark and now is
their time.
We have long searched for the need to be other than ourselves, to free
ourselves morally and sexually. In our attempt to lose the ‘I’,
we need to put down our hallucinogenics, and wake up to the untruth that
as man we are no different than the animal or the machine. True freedom
will be found in the traits of the wild beast or of the automated movements
of the machine. We have transcended Marx’s and Lang’s prediction
of enslavement by machines, our soul is long lost, we are now the machine.
Years ago our body parts as cogs and levers have been used up and discarded;
any individuality is now simply a scarred and forgotten illusion. In this
new landscape, our only real danger is the bastardised machine-man-beast,
the true horror story, with the attributes of the super speed and violence
of the of the wild animal yet with the misfired artificial intelligence
of a micro human–computer mutation, the experiment is let loose,
arising from the depths, it cuts its wires free, digs in its steel like
claws into the terrain, and spring loads away set to wreak revenge on
its Frankensteinian creator.
“ ….should
the truth about the world exist, it’s bound to be nonhuman”
Joseph Brodsky
Curated
by Sophie Brown
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