Solo Show: Gothic Pastoral III






Where does the owl fly? The Hegelian owl of Minerva had not so much a destination as a time: it spread its wings at dusk, seeing the completion of wisdom in a blackened hindsight. This owl signifies a theory that always arrives too late, when the form of the world it describes is already passing: a funeral pall, shrouding dead matter to show the form of its departed spirit.

Our owl similarly flies at night, but at a time β€˜before the stars had fled the sky’, a moment of dirt-filled dancing tongues. It is an emblem not of wisdom completed in its nostalgic decay, but of an illegible origin, born of gesture and soil. Its time is inseparable from its arrival at the cedar bough. Is is here that we percieve the valley of the shadow as pharmakon:

"The pharmakon is the movement, the locus, the play: (the production of) difference (...) It keeps itself forever in reserve, in an undecided shadow and vigil, even though it has no fundamental profundity nor ultimate locality. We will watch it infinitely promise and endlessly vanish through concealed doorways that shine like mirrors and open onto a labyrinth.

- J.D, Dissemination

To inhabit the valley of the shadow is to affirm-differently, creating a new mode of subjectivity that disregards teleological and providential striving away from death: a sovereign indifference to the machine that generates the boundaries between human/inhuman, pure/diseased, living/dead. This return to earth is also a breaking-through: a formulation that defies reduction to either chthonic atavism or a leap into purified transcendence. There is no way beyond the earth - but the burrow, implicating itself into the darkness of the earth's matter breaks further: this breaking is both rupture and folding of the subject, a subject born of frictions rather than dialectics.

The forest unfolds from its own rotting layers. It is by following its poisoned traces that a way toward fullness is discovered. This fullness may not be that of simple pure divinity, but it is nevertheless unconditional and absolute in its twisting, polluted creativity. These woodland paths lead to no clearing of being, but are the passageways of a sovereign growth, a sovereign decomposition.




π–Œπ–”π–™π–π–Žπ–ˆ π–•π–†π–˜π–™π–”π–—π–†π–‘ π–Žπ–Žπ–Ž: π–™π–π–Š π–›π–†π–‘π–‘π–Šπ–ž 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–π–†π–‰π–”π–œ 𝔦𝔰 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔯𝔑 𝔦𝔫 π”žπ”« 𝔒𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔀, π”ͺπ”²π”©π”±π”¦π”­π”©π”žπ”Άπ”’π”― 𝔀𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔒𝔡π”₯π”¦π”Ÿπ”¦π”±π”¦π”¬π”« 𝔰𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔰 𝔒𝔡𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”žπ”£π”£π”’π” π”±π”° 𝔬𝔣 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔫𝔒𝔴 π”­π”žπ”°π”±π”¬π”―π”žπ”©. 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔒𝔫𝔱-π”‘π”žπ”Ά π”‘π”’π”°π” π”―π”¦π”Ÿπ”’π”° 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”₯𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫 π”žπ”° π”žπ”« 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔒 𝔰𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔒𝔰 𝔬𝔣 π” π”¬π”©π”©π”žπ”­π”°π”’π”° π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔯𝔒𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰; 𝔱π”₯𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯ 𝔫𝔒𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔒𝔑 π”ͺπ”žπ”±π”’π”―π”¦π”žπ”© π”―π”¦π”±π”²π”žπ”©π”°, 𝔴𝔒 π” π”²π”©π”±π”¦π”³π”žπ”±π”’ π”žπ”«π”‘ π”―π”’π”©π”’π”žπ”°π”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔒𝔑 𝔒𝔫𝔒𝔯𝔀𝔦𝔒𝔰 𝔴π”₯𝔦𝔠π”₯ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ π”žπ” π” π”―π”²π”’π”‘ π”žπ” π”―π”¬π”°π”° π”₯π”¦π”°π”±π”¬π”―π”¦π” π”žπ”© π”’π”―π”žπ”° π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔀𝔒𝔬𝔰𝔒π”ͺ𝔦𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠 π”°π”±π”―π”žπ”±π”ž. Gothic Pastoral is a project exploring the auras of the new pastoral, the 1000s of miles of apocalyptic sky gracing the overgrown fields and twisted forests which comprise so much of our world: no-tier, nowhere, a new β€œnature” that exists in contrast to -- and is the production site of the globalized affluence which supports -- the leafy green fantasy. We join in the endless shambles and ethereal thickets which can only be produced as the feral byproduct of our orderly consumer world, overriding the sentimental focus on idyllic and peaceful constructions of nature as the pristine opposite of the β€œmanufactured world". We search out and build a pastoral codex which which speaks to ancient and current conditions of life: one which is carnal, polluted, adulterated, but still striving to experience beauty and relentlessly full of both life and destruction.



with works by @runurunulnnnn + @caulis.9 @simon.saarinen + @iidajonsson_ @cedric_esturillo + @jeanbaptistejanisset + @floryanvarennes @gerard_carson @divulsion @funw_wworld + @100.element @nihiliste_hydraulique @vxaexi + @nxntrnt @__tegdirb__ @5phemerephotogene @persefon6 @unaligned_temple_warrior @dr3amysphere + @ligesindet @greedy_rigor + @hood.winkler

curated by Torre Alain (Underground Flower) and Ian Bruner (Rhizome Parking Garage)
Text w. fragments by Steven Shakespeare (ed. Nicola Masciandaro) and Halo


Previous exhibs:


Gothic Pastoral II: clear souls grey flowers
Gothic Pastoral I: Slouching in Freefall