The day before the opening of my exhibition "Matter" at MK Gallery, I took all the pieces from my studio, pilled them up, rolled the pictures, dismantled the shelves and placed them in the boot of Sherrelea Weber's ( a very talented artist and dear friend) car.
The whole idea of having a complete show, full of conceptual tensions to me, that took so long to be understood by myself, totally pilled up for a trip is indeed overwhelming.
Although it may seem as some pieces of logs in the boot of a car and old shelves, that is exactly what is breathtaking about it: that it is the latency of an exhibition, of precisely orchestrated works of art with the intension of proposing reflexions to the viewers.
I can't help appealing to a metaphore. Caravans, caged animals,faces not yet painted and red noses in boxes traveling through roads is not yet a circus. The magician still hasen't taken the rabbit out of the hat, the canvas is still not up, the elephants are still resting. However, it is a circus to be. That tension, that potentiality of the almost being is not only powerful, but contains within it the indexical inscription of what will be in a given moment.
