Membranes
29/2 - 7/4/2024
MEMBRANES
MEMBRANES is an exhibition of painted, woven, film-based and sculptural works, curated by art-science practitioner Dr Jennifer Crouch.
Exhibiting artists: Becky Lyon, Georgina Hopkin, Molly Bonnell, Fawziyah Rahman, Ella Justine Frost and Jennifer Crouch. The MEMBRANES events program includes workshops, talks, performances and evolving art pieces.
The works in this exhibition explore the body as multiple: as molecular, cellular, organism, community, ecosystem and biogeochemical entity. The fact that bodies interact and exchange materials across interfaces or membranes thread these works together.
Artworks
A billion years have gone into the making of that eye; the water and the salt and the vapors of the sun have built it; things that squirmed in the tide silts have devised it. Light-year beyond light-year, deep beyond deep, the mind may rove by means of it, hanging above the bottomless and surveying impartially the state of matter in the white-dwarf suns.
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Artists
A billion years have gone into the making of that eye; the water and the salt and the vapors of the sun have built it; things that squirmed in the tide silts have devised it. Light-year beyond light-year, deep beyond deep, the mind may rove by means of it, hanging above the bottomless and surveying impartially the state of matter in the white-dwarf suns.
WORKSHOPS
A billion years have gone into the making of that eye; the water and the salt and the vapors of the sun have built it; things that squirmed in the tide silts have devised it. Light-year beyond light-year, deep beyond deep, the mind may rove by means of it, hanging above the bottomless and surveying impartially the state of matter in the white-dwarf suns.
Yet whenever I see a frog’s eye low in the water warily ogling the shoreward landscape, I always think inconsequentially of those twiddling mechanical eyes that mankind manipulates nightly f
rom a thousand ob
servatories. Someday, with a telescopic lens an acre in extent, we are going to see something not to out liking, some looming shape outside there across the great pond of space.
Whenever I catch a frog’s eye I am aware of this, but I do not find it depressing. I stand quite still and try hard not to move or lift a hand since it would only frighten him. And standing thus it finally comes to me that this is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely magnificent power of humanity. It is, far more than any spatial adventure, the supreme epitome of the reaching out.
