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Davis Oldham/May 2015/ writing for Made Personal

5/4/2015

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see the exhibition: made personal
                                                                           
​ Thing was once a verb
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The first thing you notice is the hum. Or throb. A blue-green, metallic sort of sound, with a nice subtle backbeat to it, the quiet oscillation of a mindless drone doing its thing, sometimes a little faster, sometimes a little slower, but if you close your eyes you can dance to it. In a sort of tripped-out spacey way. Like the noise of the ferry when you stand at the bow, the diesel engines pulsing and the hull cutting through the waves with their cross-rhythms, the foam piling up and spilling back, piling up and spilling back, the gulls hovering along beside.

You’re here alone. That’s important. You’re thinking about the overlooked, the quiet spaces just inside the frame, beside the object, where nothing’s happening, out of focus or just deflecting focus. All kinds of things occur to you. Detritus is a word that comes to mind. What’s here? Scraps of thread and fabric coiled fetus-like on a black surface. A pencil, a level, a banana. A framed object lies on the floor as if forgotten, or left for later. A step ladder, a set of shelves, a table with a measuring tape and sponge all stand out from the walls, awkward, inert. Tea kettle, cups, plastic trays, stray light.

Where do you go from here? The past is always possible—that private place full of these forgotten moments, interstices between events. The grassy, gravelly triangle between the highway and its on-ramp, say, with one young pine throwing a meager shade, where you waited years ago for some thing. The summer light washes out the memory like a photo overexposed. Smells are good. The scent of mildew past its prime, barely more than dust, that rises from the cushions on furniture inherited from other families, other lives, other claims to fame. A hint of paint or linseed oil, full of wisdom. Or snapshots: those mental images that persist for no good reason: a pyramid of sunlight framed by branches. A swirl of combat on a city street, seen through the hazy plastic of a Metro window.
    

Or do you go in? Through the inviting opening, into the story that waits just inside, just around the corner, behind the tear?
Or do you go up? Lifted by ideas, associations, the way that theory eats itself? 

We make objects out of things. A shape, a color, a gesture of display.

Davis Oldham


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  • THE ALICE
  • Exhibitions
    • A Gift, A Breath-Lehuauakea Fernandez
    • Past >
      • Everyone's Floored
      • Jeanne Medina: a solo exhibition
      • I DON'T MIND
      • AFTER LIFE (what remains)
      • A W A Y
      • Thru the Roof
      • BODYWARP: Indira Allegra
      • Everyone's $50- drop off your work Nov 26-28!
      • / What are we but lying single surface/
      • unstable objects
      • swallow me
      • from which we rise
      • Created Compost
      • aphotic sums
      • operations in shape
      • echo, echo
      • Kitsch: Take 2
      • Everyone's IN 3D
      • THE BUBBLE
      • Regardless
      • Fwd:@
      • A Slice of the Expanse
      • this is not NOT a peepshow
      • Cover Reveals
      • Legal Tender
      • Doing & Undergoing 4.23.16
      • I Wasn't Just Saying What You Wanted to Hear...
      • In Search of Conjunctions
      • Everyone's In
      • The Alice in Miami: Home Brew
      • A Story In My Pocket
      • JUGS
      • I Come To You In Pieces
      • KOAN COMPOSITES
      • Made Personal
      • Wrappings
      • USEd
  • Project Diana
  • Writers
  • Visit