just beyond the range of normal sight 2016

Warren G Flowers Gallery, Visions, Dawson College, QC, Canada
Paper/veil, halogen light, text, acrylic, stainless steel rods — Ø 215 x 15 cm

the text

The act of reading just beyond the range of normal sight, is a moment in time.

Standing and looking marks a point in space, our presence.

It designates a point of view.

just beyond implies something that is out of reach, not readily accessible.

normal sight characterizes the scope of our anatomical possibilities.

range suggests limited distance, the unattainable.

just beyond the range of normal sight creates a desire that drives the imagination and leads to a vision.

In turn, this empowers us to individually and collectively seek ways to envision new realities for ourselves and for others.

some visions

(...) (November 12th, 1936) (...) (December 10th, 1948, Paris) (...) (November 19th, 1926, Brooklyn) (...) (June 1961, New York) (...) (April 27th, 1967, Montreal) (...) (August 28th, 1963) (...) (July 20th, 1969, Sea Of Tranquility) (...) (1970 to 1971, and 1981 to 1998, New York) (...) (July 4th, 2012, Geneva) (...) (April 17th, 1982, Ottawa) (...) (July 4th, 2012, Geneva) (...) (September 14th, 2015, Hanford, Livingston) (...) (April 26th, 2016) (...)

(...) (November 19th, 1926, Brooklyn) (...) (November 12th, 1936, London) (...) (December 10th, 1948, Paris) (...) (June 1961, New York) (...) (August 28th, 1963, Washington D.C.) (...) (April 27th, 1967, Montreal) (...) (July 20th, 1969, Sea Of Tranquility) (...) (1970 to 1971, and 1981 to 1998, New York) (...) (October 10th, 1979, Montreal) (...) (April 17th, 1982, Ottawa) (...) (July 4th, 2012, Geneva) (...) (September 14th, 2015, Hanford, Livingston) (...) (April 26th, 2016, Montreal) (...)

the spiral

Revolving around the installation, we perform one of the most fundamental movement of human existence, the walk. Encircling the form connects us physically and spiritually to the spiraling motion of cosmic phenomena.

the drawing

With the simplest of gesture, I swirl the paper into a spiral form. The paper follows my lead; yet it folds, creates layers, opaque, transparent; its particles interact. I envision the cosmos, a spiral in flux, drifting, floating.