NIGHT
WITHOUT SLEEP at Heaven Gallery
Gwynne
Johnson, Jessica Bardsley, Ashley Thomas
October
18th, 2013
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Gwynne Johnson
Somewhere Beyond Myself I Wait For My Arrival, 2013
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The viewer crosses the gallery room, atop the
scuffed and splintered wooden floor, beneath the coffered ceiling to confront
the white walls, refaced in spite of the old pipelines in odd corners of the
space. The floor is one you would
never want to touch, the gallery is made into a creepy place in light of the
work—one may really only feel safe looking at the work illuminated by a familiar
track lighting situation. An SAIC
media center projector sits atop a dirtied (once white) pedestal, its cord
taped crudely to the floor.
One is confronted with Ashley Thomas’ graphite
drawing Flowers upon entering the
main room of the gallery. The page is
filled with gray charcoal. The
charcoal reflects the lighting overhead to reveal a curvature in the
installation of the drawing, tacked into the wall by copper nails. The drawing
of a vase of flowers appears as a study defined by negative space. We are given access to the entire paper,
and the piece immediately conjures memories of attempting studies from life in
a beginning drawing course. One
can picture the artist with a gray-dusted hand rubbing out the highlights with
a kneaded eraser.
The image's darkness and shape of the black and
white study is mimicked in the shiny black acrylic frame of the nearby hanging Untitled found-image collages. The frame looks to be unevenly poured
resin and has a wavy, shiny surface.
Two black and white printed bouquets stand next to each other against a
paint-blackened background, the glossy brush stokes of which are visible in the
reflected light. The clippings
appear as studies as well, existing in appropriate size to an encyclopedic
reference image. These three
bouquets are de-romanticized , and are presented more as anatomy illustrations that emphasize the floral arrangement.
Attention is moved to the
dirtied projector’s occupation of space and its projected video by Jessica
Bardsley. The 16mm film A
Past of Plank and Nail moves through a still home and its still life
moments, appearing as a record of the space. The house is Emily
Dickinson’s, now a museum that portrays the absence of its
inhabitants. The residual objects evoke a presence, or perhaps a
soul that Emily Dickinson speaks of in a poem referenced in the title
of Bardsley's work:
The Props assist the House (729)
By Emily Dickinson
The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
The Augur and the Carpenter –
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected Life –
A Past of Plank and Nail
And slowness – then the scaffolds drop
Affirming it a Soul –
One comes away with images
of the video study like the fireplace and its mantle, the white dress floating
in the room, and the cracked toile-covered wall.
These images are carried
into the next room of the gallery, across the cracked wood floor, and
referenced in viewing the work the viewer finds there. A row of
matte-black square images hang in succession and pull the eye toward their
luminous lunar subjects. Gwynne Johnson's series Milk Moons charts lunar phases in
human breast milk, with a matte black abyss of the background akin to the
surface of Thomas’ graphite drawings.
A close inspection reveals a surface that looks like finely crushed
obsidian, and perhaps calls attention to the mineral nature of the milk. The photographs are hung frame to frame
in a linear fashion, yet some fall slightly out of the arrangement and a bit
off kilter. Though unsubstantiated
by intent, the display leads to the subjective sneaking through an attempt at
objectivity, the study made personal.
Once again looking around
the room, the eyes turn to a grand piano covered in a black tarp, pushed aside
toward the window in the gallery. Night Without Sleep seems to request a
solitary viewer, alone in the gallery.
The lighting begs to be dimmed and dramatized, the piano an f-sharp
minor scale, and a small spotlight on the white-washed pipes in the corner of
the room.