The evening star is
and without any perfume.
The evening star is
and most high:
after her is
translated from the Portugese by Chris Daniels
In Where We End and the Ether Begins gallery artist Laurie Reid pairs artists Kim Bennett and Amelia Konow. These two artists explore the perennial questions of existence (and the relationship of existence to language) through a variety of unique and innovative means. The margins and intersections of our psychological, intellectual and physical presence in this world are brought into play: Where does this end and that begin? Where do I end and you begin? Where do we end and what, if anything, lies beyond us? What kind of language do we have to talk about this? These artists revel in and riff on our uncertain and potentially insignificant, although always poignant, experience locating ourselves in this universe.
Kim Bennett works in a variety of media and techniques: atmospheric spray paint on aluminum, (almost) photorealistic botanical watercolors on paper and embroidery floss on dyed cotton fabric. As she moves from one medium to another different kinds of relationships are set up and taken apart and something akin to a poem unfolds. We as viewers are provided the all too rare opportunity to surrender to a beautifully simple complexity, the artist’s as well as our own made manifest through the experience of this work. Bennett’s is a singular kind of fluency, at once open, loose and precise.
Amelia Konow makes photographs. In one of the two bodies of work presented here Konow has made contact prints from found glass plate negatives discarded by an unknown chemistry lab. What are we looking at? Is it science or science fiction? Is the difference between the two as significant as we sometimes make it out to be? In the other series of prints, Konow has taken uprooted plants from a nearby empty lot and photographed them against a backdrop of Hubble telescope-derived images of the cosmos. With simple tools Konow forges a homemade connection between the terrestrial and the stars. She insists on the connection, on making her place between. We are small and fragile; we are large, vast and ever expanding.