Exhibition
We Always Dance Here
15 Jun 2019 – 20 Jul 2019
Regular hours
- Saturday
- 12:00 – 16:00
- Sunday
- 12:00 – 16:00
Cost of entry
Free to all
Address
- Unit 7, Beeching Road Studios
- Beeching Road
- Bexhill
England - TN39 3LJ
- United Kingdom
Travel Information
- Hastings Railway Station
'We Always Dance Here' an exhibition celebrating emerging drawing practices from Hastings, Margate, London, Manchester, and Bristol.
About
'We Always Dance Here' an exhibition celebrating emerging drawing practices from Hastings, Margate, London, Manchester, and Bristol.
Alexi Marshall, Coral Brookes, Clémentine Bedos, Genevieve Slater, Gonçalo Neto, Joe Brown, Kate Morris Millar, Molly Harcombe, Rachel Irons, Sophie Barber
This exhibition exists as part of the extended public programme of HOW CHICAGO! IMAGISTS 1960s & 70s at the De La Warr Pavilion, Bexhill on Sea which also opens on 15 June and is open until 8 September 2019.
Welcome, welcome, welcome to a new town.
A world where our lives are narrated by whoops and slips; two gestural black lines imply that our bodies are shaking. We always dance here, our roads take us to where ever we want to go. We are illustrated into the ground we exist on.
You are looking at us through a piece of paper, you cannot tell how close I am to the wall. But I assure you I am backed up against the wall, my body pressed between your fingers and the back of the page. Help I’m trapped by your eyes.
Whooooooooops we find ourselves laid on our backs breathless, deep breath in, deep breath out.
Your intense stare sets fire to the paper window I am looking back at you through. Please stop staring at me you are making the room very warm.
“Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight lines, triangles, squares, pentagons, hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows - only hard and with luminous edges.” (Flatland, Abbott)
We sink beneath the clearness of the large flat ground as it splits. A new world underneath the one before it becomes possible; a pink curtain drawn with illuminated golden rings separates realness from whats going on in our heads.
Text by Ben Urban