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Pedro Torres: 1858, Donati’s comet, no signal, 2018
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Leah Beeferman: Cold Sky (Near Far Crisp Soft Solid Gas Dust Rock 1) 1–4, 2019–22
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Barry Stone: Birds Are Fragments of the Heavens (Calendar), 2018–2022.
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Fryd Frydendahl: THE COMET MUSEUM, reading, stream, video, 2022
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Julie F Hill: When objects shatter I, 2022
Exhibition
Heaven Neither Burning Farther
13 May 2022 – 15 May 2022
Regular hours
- Fri, 13 May
- 12:00 – 18:00
- Sat, 14 May
- 12:00 – 18:00
- Sun, 15 May
- 12:00 – 18:00
Free admission
Address
- Lumen Studios
- The Crypt, St John on Bethnal Green, 200 Cambridge Heath Road
- London
England - E2 9PA
- United Kingdom
Travel Information
- 8, 106, 254
- Bethnal Green, Whitechapel
- Cambridge Heath Road, Whitechapel
The eight artists in this exhibition investigate the notion of comets in their true spirit.
About
Transdisciplinary artist Erika Blumenfeld writes “The material comprising our bodies shares cosmic origins with the material comprising the planets, asteroids and comets in our solar system. Scientifically, this material, having derived from distant stars across time, threads back to the primordial material that emerged moments after our universe burst into being. Culturally, our star gazing has filled us with wonder across all civilizations, sparking art and architecture, philosophy and science, mythology, folklore as well as navigation and place-making".
Visual journeys have been created using the archive, modern science, performative poetry, scanned glacier-ice sent by image transmission, laser-based mapping originally sourced from the Rosetta space mission, the use of historic adaptations, the layering of earthly minerals, and a hunt for asteroid fragments. Held in a crypt under-ground the exhibition takes a poignant look at the myth and science that surround comets, which in theory brought life to Earth but could also end it.
PERFORMANCES by Fryd Frydendahl
Thu 12, 7 pm Sat 14, 1 pm & 4.30 pm
Fri 13, 4.30 pm Sun 15, 4.30 pm
THE COMET MUSEUM
So the feeling comes afterward
some of it may reach us only
long afterward when the moment
itself is beyond reckoning
beyond time beyond memory
as though it were not moving in
heaven neither burning farther
through any past nor ever to
arrive again in time to be
when it has gone the senses wake
all through the day they wait for it
here are the pictures that someone took
of what escaped us at the time
only now can we remember
W.S. Merwin, from The Pupil, 2001
