The exhibition consists of new paintings and drawings that explore notions of altered states and marginal or subjective logic through invented languages and atmospheres. Subjective motifs are expelled in the work, focused on issues relating to extremity both in form and content. Alongside the show there will be a publication produced collaboratively between the three artists consisting of drawings and writing, which draw upon dystopian visions present in the work of all three artists.
Our hearts hung when we knew we had destroyed the world. Hell became the new reality for a new way of life that was set to Michael Jackson’s prophecies, singing what about us?Yellow humidity filled our souls, in vaporised form a new literacy emerged. Our tongues could not gather the strength to flush out this language, which our tongues could not grasp. We required this new system of thoughts and words to cope with a panorama that frightened us. Visions of an unknown place where soaring temperatures had isolated much of the planet’s landmass into an inhabitable crust. We focused to the back of our minds to the time before the final tipping point.
We were warned by the scientists and the people that drew maps of things that seemed important that this would happen, that this, in all it’s irreversible destruction would happen sooner rather than later, we remembered these changes happening before our eyes. Now we fully understood that we had gone too far. Despite rich men’s fantasies, the optimist’s utopian dreams, architectural solutions, inventors plotting and psychics soothing predictions there was nothing anyone took seriously enough to change. Now everyone waited for a collective final.
Heard under a person’s breath, steam from the humidity curled out the words themselves
It makes me crazy I can not hold you back.
more viscous than oil, you slip away and leave no track
Like a fool, I wait for your return. Hapless
I don’t recognize the cloud shapes with which you blow my nose in the air.
if I get up you push me down, plop plop, squirt squirt
into a stream that is a drop containing my whole breath.
My pores dug to lose you, my eyes designed to cry you. fiz fiz, flash flash
I will sit on the icy sadist mirror burbling bubbles of you.
flap flap, flush flush, about the breath, I've only gills
flush flush flap flap, if the void is not full, can the fullness always be empty?
teek teek, teek-taak, dot a dot dot flick a flack fleck!
if I have already become scales then I do not know where you are anymore
melted into an apocalyptic fantasia of the ultimate hallucination.
New breeds of mould, airborne and infectious began to inhabit people, person to person, altering biological structures, crossing historical categories of life. This mould entered our organs through our lungs and in its fungal ways caused temporary visions around people, transforming perception and delivering strange delusions. Rising water levels carried merged plastics and under the new reality, The New Heat, these plastic monoliths huddled together producing forms that often looked like frogs. Their new forms, multiplying under the influence of the new heat, dribbled tidal passages pulsating through indigo waters. Things we worried about before like dyslexia and tax returns didn’t seem to matter. Visions that operated as multi channel contemplations, these were relentless tasks, self-seductions which made everyone borderline until the end of times. In inner worlds synapses fired offering chemical reactions that burnt bright like magnesium.
About the artists:
Francesca Blomfield lives and works in London and is studying MA painting at the Royal College of Art (2017-2019). Upcoming group shows include Super, Natural, Unit 17, Vancouver (2019). Recent group shows include: Chrome Villa, Andor Gallery (2018) and Some People are Worth Melting For, Ginny, Wales. Solo shows include: War Hammer, Barbican Arts Trust, London (2017) and International Treaty, The Horse Hospital, London (2015). In 2015 Francesca Blomfield was awarded the Jerwood Painting Fellowship which concluded with a U.K touring show (2016-2017).
Aisha Christison is a British artist working in Brussels, Belgium. Recent exhibitions include: Giotto’s Room at Von Goetz Art, London (2018), Something Else at Triumph gallery in Moscow (2018), Oh She Does like to be beside the Sheside at Shelf Spanish City, Whitley Bay and If You Can’t Stand The Heat with Roaming Projects in London (2018). Christison graduated from Chelsea College of Art in 2012 and completed the Florence Trust residency program in 2016.
Jacopo Pagin is an Italian artist who lives and works in Brussels. Two person shows include Numen, CB32, Milan and Totem, Studio Barbara Marsiletti, Vicenza (2016). Pagin studied at the Fine Arts Academy of Venice before completing a MA at Luca school of Arts in Brussels graduating in 2018 with his graduation show To Flower to Flow.