featured in the viewing room: Natasha Karpinskaia
unearthed
september 19 - November 1, 2015
Monotype and pencil on paper
Paper size - 22" x 15", Image size 12" x 12", $575
To unearth is to uncover, stumble upon, and bring something to light. It can also signify discovering something hidden, lost, or kept secret by searching. One might unearth plenty of things including the truth.
An artist can be compared to an archaeologist, or an excavator searching for something hidden, yet undiscovered that might lead to certain understanding, acquiring knowledge, etc.
Unearthed consists of 10 -11 works on paper. They have a monotype base and a colored pencil drawing on top. They are "unearthed" in both the literal and figurative meaning of the word. They might resemble an excavation site yet their significance can aspire to go beyond that.
Once I started working on this project, I stumbled upon a poem that might serve as yet another interpretation of unearthed.
An artist can be compared to an archaeologist, or an excavator searching for something hidden, yet undiscovered that might lead to certain understanding, acquiring knowledge, etc.
Unearthed consists of 10 -11 works on paper. They have a monotype base and a colored pencil drawing on top. They are "unearthed" in both the literal and figurative meaning of the word. They might resemble an excavation site yet their significance can aspire to go beyond that.
Once I started working on this project, I stumbled upon a poem that might serve as yet another interpretation of unearthed.
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Unearthed
poems get unearthed from the dirt in which they lie they don't get grown or birthed and they don't fall from the sky under soil and under sand interred and undiscovered buried deep within the land dormant until recovered from their subterranean caves and dank cold catacombs exhumed from shallow graves and robbed from ruined tombs some poems come intact and some come disassembled and the poets piece them back into something that resembles the thing that they're fighting for eternity to be poetry is not writing it's archaeology and these things you have found they are not your creation they just came from the ground they are an excavation the strangest artefacts withered and decayed you just repaired the cracks and then your claims got made adding your false testimony your name, to show you own it and I don't disagree but nor do I condone it they're the thoughts of the undead they're not your history and how they got into your head will remain a mystery Ian Woods Jun 25, 2015 |
