Harry Blackett. Robin Kirkham. Lucy McLauchlan. Ian Richards. Elizabeth Rowe
2 – 14 September 2010
The billboards have been speaking to me again. Their messages leaping out of the paper and infecting my brain with subliminal commands, you feel empty, you need me, this will fill that hole, desire, obey, consume…
But sometimes forces of resistance manage to break through these portals instead. Taking the form and twisting it, questioning the nature of these message boards to the subconscious.
The dream state can be accessed to show us the potential of images in the media, that they can have moments of ecstasy, strange violent joy, if we only take the time to read them actively instead of passively.
(This particular intrusion of one reality into another was so powerful my camera couldn’t capture it, so I borrowed evidence from DiG)
The debris can be reformed, grow into new shapes, remind us of the creative possibilities we saw when we were young, before they convinced us that fun had to be bought.
Or we can simply distill the adverts and logos into pure icons, sigils that refuse translation, while firing off endless associations.