HYPOCRITE'S LAMENT
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
HYPOCRITE'S LAMENT
Julia Rosa Clark
at João Ferreira Gallery
5 April - 24 April 2007
I tried to stare into the bright light. The voice said 'this is your future, all you need to do is give up everything you know and this will be yours'. I trembled. I wanted to do as the voice said -just to get rid of it- but I knew it would be impossible for me to quit. All I could do was wait for the end. In this room-sized installation, Clark romanticises and bemoans our millenial obsession with The End, nasty weather, happiness and Modernity. Using her usual mixture of found and reconstituted bits and pieces, the work acts as an evolving diagram, in part illustrating the artist's desire to understand the moment between denial and surrender.
There will also be a number of email based text pieces leading up to the show. This is the first one.
Click on the image for a high-res version.
Julia Rosa Clark
at João Ferreira Gallery
5 April - 24 April 2007
I tried to stare into the bright light. The voice said 'this is your future, all you need to do is give up everything you know and this will be yours'. I trembled. I wanted to do as the voice said -just to get rid of it- but I knew it would be impossible for me to quit. All I could do was wait for the end. In this room-sized installation, Clark romanticises and bemoans our millenial obsession with The End, nasty weather, happiness and Modernity. Using her usual mixture of found and reconstituted bits and pieces, the work acts as an evolving diagram, in part illustrating the artist's desire to understand the moment between denial and surrender.
There will also be a number of email based text pieces leading up to the show. This is the first one.
Click on the image for a high-res version.
posted by Robert Sloon at 6:17 PM
11 Comments:
when I was very young, everynight I would kneel next to my bed and pray to Dear God, that we, my mother, my father, my brother, my granny, my grandpa & my other granny, would live happily ever-after.
When I was a little older i stoped kneeling and said the payer silently in darkness lying in bed.
Then a priest explained to me that it was not to be: half of 'us' were Jewish, therefore we could not share the same future, we would not all be around forever.
That's when I developed my Second Coming Fantasy. Perhaps I thought, I am the one, Jesus returns as the Jewish Messiah. Wallah. The End iof History, closure. All rise and go to Heaven. Or return to Go.
Shortly, that seemed implausible. So Eterity, and Religion, and God slipped ou of my grasp 'forever'. And the world seemed to make a lot more sense....
Now it seems that it is too be The World which Ends, rather than Us.
I can't wait to see J R C's take on this.
This is how the world ends: not with a bang, but with a simper.
The only people who celebrate ennui and endings are those with a little too much brain, a little too much time, and a little too much money.
JRC is a lovely gal, but once again the cliche holds: you can take the artist out of the middle class, but you can't take the middle class out of the artist.
Jeez fuckface that is really thin if well spelt - where did your parents buy your schooling or is 'convention' something you were born to? Suck it.
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The middle classes accusing each other of being middle class is a really stale, dumb game. Wasn't it Spengler or was it Goebbels who made the accusation against Karl Marx or am I confusing them with Ole Roast Rodney himself.
ts etsi,
Assume from use of "gal" that you're a guy? Shame.
Listen, pal: Julia Rosa IS top of the class, gettit?
......well i like it.......
oh little fly: i'll carry my cross, you carry yours...
sorry about earlier self-sensorship. i don't usually don't approve of such things but like most of the middle class, i'm a hypocrite.
hypocrit's lamnt
e..e..
hae!-hae!
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