Lucina Lane, Sam Martin, Jake Walker
Curated by Jack Willet
2020
Photo: Jack Willet
Lucina Lane
Untitled
2020
Found synthetic fabric, elm, metal fixings
80.0 x 97.0 x 15.0 cm
Courtesy Sarah Cottier Gallery
Sam Martin
Condensation Entanglement
2020
Synthetic polymers, burlap, plastic on wooden panel
21.0 x 29.0 x 6.0 cm
Courtesy Station, Australia
Jake Walker
Untitled
2013
Loomstate linen, glazed stoneware frame
32.5 x 36.8 x 4.5 cm
Courtesy Station, Australia
A manicured hedge, cared for over the centuries by a family of peasant pruners, encircling the depths of a Borgesian labyrinth; the Sacro Bosco in northern Lazio scattered with mannerist monuments, Orcus with his mouth agape (The Hell Mouth), where those of the Late Renaissance dined within its bodily opening — eating whilst being eaten; caves littered with “that which drips”, stalactites employed as a veil made of minerals, an entryway to the depths of leper creativity; a mother’s ornate locket finished with a glossy yet foggy green stone, contained to an oak box by her bedside table, holding the residue of an image now dissolved by its last outing in the Mediterranean Sea; the Haus u r on Unterheydener Straße in Mönchengladbach-Rheydt, where the rooms within rooms slowly become more inaccessible, moved into their state of isolation by concrete, plumbing, insulation and sound-absorbing materials; the earth, overflowing with tellurian beauty, with its porous crust housing holes by which to venture down to its chthonic centre and see the dying sun; a wife who paints abstractions on Japanese paper, blurred becomings developed from an archive of images, now an enchanting mist of colour and textures; a cosmic sea of glistening glacier-like galaxies, rife with complexity and incoherency, swirling to the point where a star draws its last breath; a silent man walking through a town square, passers-by inexplicably alert to the silence of his foot-fall on the cobbles, where he is “left behind to endure the melancholy Baltic evening”; the blue green ocean, vast undulating gentle ripples of endless liquid that make up “the indestructible sea”, rife with soon to be decommissioned claustrophobic vessels; a mind of a madman, overrun with the complexity of nothingness with a fear of empty spaces (horror vacui), to then be “SMASHED TO PIECES (IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT)”
Lucina Lane appears courtesy of Sarah Cottier Gallery
Sam Martin and Jake Walker appear courtesy of STATION, Australia