"Tender: a conversation of making, touching and naming" Daniel Mafe, Mazamet, France, 01-08-2016
Tender: a conversation of making, touching and naming
ideas hang around images like shadows.– Sam Francis
Silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing. – Jane Hirshfield
In this exhibition nothing is quite what it seems. Objects, although easily recognised in themselves quickly elude simple naming.
wool mound: a vigil
working time
rendered concrete, substantial
material shapes
of time, teased
like wool
into mounds
two mounds
each subsiding,
like sighs
deep
into themselves, compressed
and all the while
the sound of wool
comb-drawn
and teased
Maybe it is more accurate to see the works in this exhibition as uncanny material organisations that seem to emanate albeit softly, gnomic utterances like some ancient oracle.
woven drops
gravity stretched, knitted cylinders
yearn
long
and unravel into strands
of yarn
threaded
in touch
with one another
and the floor
Each gesture, each thing, each spatial placement and relationship both camouflages and yet reveals an apparent complexity that resolves into profoundly sensual yet cerebral paradox, a meditation on tending.
ink drops: the viewing
a film of viewing
carefully
and of holding
between crackling intervals of paper
thin thunder
separating
each act, of repeated
veiling and unveiling
again
one after the other
again
Seven separate bodies of work are the material markers, the artworks, that make up this exhibition. These works are embedded with a subtle but uncompromising precision in the exhibited space, the architecturally framed void that is the gallery.
inkfolds
wool (a cloud)
cupped in cotton
times three
each held
in tender lip folds
small offerings
framed in patterned
and draped
petal
ink bloomed
Each of the artworks both exemplifies and participates in what is primarily a material conversation. To really see this work is to be confronted with that fact. To understand this work is to imagine or to attune to its making, to allow the sensuality of the materials to speak.
inkspills
blotted and stained
writing as an overflow
of ink, fat-spilt
&
all a pattern flutter
responding
as though
to a breeze
As a viewer one must seriously tend to this work and to the thoughts that then emerge from this tending. This work is an invitation to an engaged and prolonged act of contemplation.
woolworks
exclamation as sigh
wall held slung-weight
all in ink drenched
cotton-cradle swath
And the core of this contemplation is the very act of tending itself. It is an act defined by care and deep attention. In this way we can begin to follow in the footsteps of the artist and can start to understand her scrupulous and profoundly rigorous respect for the materials and how they perform.
woolsacs
gravity, pooled
pillowed
into ink stained, ponder
an invitation
a pond-shroud of description
embodied hints
cyphers
each fat and full
This work so silent, distilled, and materially specific, invites even demands words but words, as performing descriptions, stretched
in a spreading map
of pale-coloured sound
which echoes or performs
a tending to
question
To describe this work, to attend to this work is to veer towards wonder, that profoundly open-gazed suspension of judgement and that opens one to the insight that the gaps between the works are as much the work as the objects themselves. The material or concrete objects in this show activate the intervals between themselves, the so called empty spaces. And so it is that these ‘empty’ spaces become ‘material’ markers of an attentive silence that is the necessary ground of tending itself.
This is an articulate silence, an embodied concrete silence, where silence performs as intensity. It means, and in meaning it impresses itself upon us. Silence and space are one, allowing for the surrender to the emerging of possibilities latent in the work. To hear these possibilities we ourselves must tend the work as the artist herself has so very tenderly.
we have here
a conversation of making
a profound mastery
of the grammar of interval
of punctuated space
and articulated silence
here is a constellation
a gesture towards definition
a weighting finally
of tending
the gravity
of an ever deepening
gravitas
Daniel Mafé
Mazamet, France
01-08-2016
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