The house, the grounds and the studios was on May 17th, 2018 filled up by spoken words, dance, painted fabrics, drying clothes, folder paper, honeycomb, a porn shop and trees, all works created by our Artists in Residence: Anna Blair, Dan Thorpe, Santana Dardot, Michelle Wan Lok Chan, Joel Cox & Katrine Anne Rose
Notes Toward A Subjective History of Honey | Anna Kate Blair
At Arts, Letters & Numbers, Anna has been working on a piece of writing inspired by a bag of honeycomb found in the closet. This writing, presented as fragmented forms that follow the shards of honeycomb, will be presented in an installation that combines text with other organic and inorganic materials, looking at mythologies of honey alongside personal memories traced associatively. This writing looks at memory as a kind of honey, exploring stickiness and the strangeness of preservation.
XXX Neon Sign | Dan Thorpe
XXX Neon Sign is a cooked ride through Australian heterosexuality, as viewed via the unforgiving gaze of the porno-shop worker. Based on James Andre's eponymous epic poem, set in Brisbane's red-light district, musician/composer Dan Thorpe reflects on the way masculinity and heterosexuality have shaped his own desires, and sense of his own body.
Extending the knowledge-of-the-body II | Santana Dardot
This work approaches the relationship between the familiar and the forces of the outside world.
Clothes and textiles that once covered and protected us, in direct contact with our sensible inner world, are disposed and exposed in public spaces, drying for a new course of practice and potency.
Embedded with the memories of the effects of the living world on our equally alive body, they undress with longing another scene over the one that already existed.
Trees | Michelle Wan Lok Chan
A man is born gentle and weak.
At his death he is hard and stiff.
Green plants are tender and filled with sap.
At their death they are withered and dry.
Therefore the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.
The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.
- Lao Tzu