The labyrinth of architecture comprising the neighborhood contained intimate alcoves of acrylic paintings on display salon style and sculptures made of natural materials like metal and wood. Many of these sculptures were meant to personify lwas, “spirits,” in the form of repurposed electronic devices and found objects from the surrounding industrial areas.
In doing so, the artist is sensitive to the natural physical properties of the stones’ veins, textures, and densities. This affects not only the way Hofmann’s stones are shaped toward depiction, using the veins or sediments to persuade the image, but also some sense of shadowing a stone’s life as a particular rock encountered in the field.
Still, more troublingly some of the performers played directly to the camera, seemingly valuing the photography or filmmaking over the live audience. Having “good” documentation is par for the course in work based in time and space. But, does that “good” documentation have to happen concurrently with a present audience?
Originally planned as a twelve-hour musical celebration, the artists canceled the program after the ban endangered travel for Iranian-Canadian musicians Arif Mirbaghi and Raha Javanfar, who were slated to perform. Instead, visitors to the space were asked to “please remain silent” and to contemplate the musicians’ unused instruments.
Using this descriptive catchall implies that gender collectively reads as a quantifier; a female abstract painter differs from an abstract painter as a girl band differs from a band. Girlband’s artists set out to question this collective label because, unexamined, this proposition is reductive and solipsistic.
The shape, evocative of an underground cave formation rendered in three dimensions, is held with such care and delicacy, reminiscent of a broken leg in traction, that it feels palpably precarious. The handles on the structure, however, introduce an idea of portability, giving the illusion that its placement within a larger historical timeline is temporary.
The radiant fuchsias and pale pinks of Drum Talking feels like some kind of carved out corporeal space, while the loosely stretched canvas acts as a skin, leaving an imprint of the physical support under the weight of You-Ni’s hand. It begins to feel as though it could be a direct impression of the body, but it is only an index so far as it is evidence of the hand over time.