Fragmented thoughts from the ICA diCorcia exhibit.
Hearthurt. Stomacheburn. Overwhelming.
How can emptiness be so full?
Devil Details tell a Story and capture Curiosity and Compassion in combination with what's implied but not Stated.
How have we become such prepackaged Commodities?
There is a Stillness, a Calm intensity. The Ether strips down the psyche Endearing you to every little Wrinkle or Glisten.
The Psyche of Cities--dull, muted, yet overstimulating. Are we "rats in mazes or amazing rats?" And you can Smell the place. Hear the traffic. It's Smoke damaged furniture, piss and grit you can feel the texture of each zipper tread.
How can something so two-dimensional be so Visceral and conjure up Laughs and Lumpthroats?
So real it's Surreal. We're just killing Time and it's dismal and gritty, yet Inspiring. We Persevere and exist in Godly light. In meditative Stillness. The intensity of eye contact confrontation forces you to acknowledge the Eternalizing aspect of Images.
The Unknown is just as important as the Shown. The Imagination runs rampant disregarding what's "real" or not through Juxtaposition Mastery. It's a portrait of Humanity. Seemingly despondent, depressing and frail--there IS Strength in Vulnerability. We Prevail and remain Resilient.
A cross section. Palpable. Immediately relatable. Hope amidst Garbage. Determined Eyes. A pouncing poise. Manifest Destiny gaze. Man, I fess the best of me grazed by these images. Trapped in a Box and Aspiring towards Greatness. Dreamers. Or those just Chugging along. Holding on tight. Letting go. Mirrors, Doorways and TVs are Portals to parallel Universes, dissecting, disembodying and fragmenting the Frame and it's Subjects as if two images or two Worlds Collide within the same Frame.
The Smell of new carpet. The Dust in my Eyes. I need Sunglasses to look at These. And I might get Wet from the shower that glistens and pours a Mother's Love unto her Daughter.
Connection. Isolation. Angelic. Desperate. Morality/Mortality/Fragility. Strength. I can Identify with some Aspect of most in the Cast of characters in his Play of Images.
I have a whole hellofalotta love for Humans.
(For a more coherent exploration of this exhibit, click here).
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