Urs Fischer

It is always refreshing to see that an artist has been able to set his own limits on an exhibition as opposed to the ‘cultural confinement’ that Robert Smithson warned against, ‘which takes place when a curator imposes theirs’.
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Unearthing Red

I collaborated with Joana Cifre Cerda in September, producing the dress to be unearthed in the live piece for The Fish that Bit Dad, (the 5th the of 6 Degrees exhibitions at Monk’s Road Gallery, Lincoln). We talked of wild poppies on scrub-land, of petal-fine crumpled fabric stuffed in a bottle… lost…a message… dig it up with bare hands… birth it, wear it.

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Baba Yaga in the Trees

‘Vasalisa’ is the old Russian tale of woman’s initiation; one that concerns the realisation that most things are not as they seem; to remind us to use all our senses to sniff out the truth, to extract nourishment from our own ideas, to be keepers of our own creative fires and to have intimate knowing of the life/death/life cycles. One of  Vasalisa’s tasks is to stand the face of the fearsome wild hag without wavering.

“facing the imago of the fierce mother (meeting up with the Baba Yaga), familiarising oneself with the arcane, the odd, the ‘otherness’ of the wild Continue reading