Eileen Emond
One In The Chamber
3.26.21 - 3.28.21
For Gallery G15’s first exhibition, who better than the person I live with, Eileen Emond. A person who makes images that are so driven by thinking from experience, inherently personal, radiating culturally. An artist with a maximalist neon imagination in a world of cold grey skyscrapers. Through concentration, through saturation, more than just features in Photoshop, Eileen frames an America loaded with its dreams and hallucinations funneled through a big, clunky black box on a tripod with film bigger than the phone you're reading this on.
Dreams absorbed by the grey monoliths. Control. We cannot accept these skyscrapers.
This black box allows for a disruption to act onto the reflection on the grey skyscraper’s gridded, oppressive windows. Reflections that can only be seen if you really look, if you lift your head from TikTok. But TikTok still informs these reflections, as did Polly Pocket, as did Seventeen. A black box which creates Pandora. This fluctuating presence of reflections allows for the uncontrollable to bloom.
How the fuck do we contend with the uncontrollable? Fuck if I know, but maybe a red Corvette will help.
What I do know is that vision, the distillation of vision through compression and selection, and the purpose that Eileen has through her sensibilities and therefore images, allows for control to explode uncontrollably. The explosion found still in the barrel of a gun, wielded by our nightmares in sobering Texan light that is somehow more inebriated through its sobriety.
Gimme a beer Steve.
A void, the void, that makes up the hole makes up the whole galaxy of the stage of this world. The stage we all desperately want to try to think of as not a stage for the sake of thinking we each are autonomous beings, which we are. We are. But that's what my mind, what the capital world would want me to think. Here, we are all just one in the chamber waiting to get out, but until then we are surrounded by fire.
One In The Chamber
3.26.21 - 3.28.21
For Gallery G15’s first exhibition, who better than the person I live with, Eileen Emond. A person who makes images that are so driven by thinking from experience, inherently personal, radiating culturally. An artist with a maximalist neon imagination in a world of cold grey skyscrapers. Through concentration, through saturation, more than just features in Photoshop, Eileen frames an America loaded with its dreams and hallucinations funneled through a big, clunky black box on a tripod with film bigger than the phone you're reading this on.
Dreams absorbed by the grey monoliths. Control. We cannot accept these skyscrapers.
This black box allows for a disruption to act onto the reflection on the grey skyscraper’s gridded, oppressive windows. Reflections that can only be seen if you really look, if you lift your head from TikTok. But TikTok still informs these reflections, as did Polly Pocket, as did Seventeen. A black box which creates Pandora. This fluctuating presence of reflections allows for the uncontrollable to bloom.
How the fuck do we contend with the uncontrollable? Fuck if I know, but maybe a red Corvette will help.
What I do know is that vision, the distillation of vision through compression and selection, and the purpose that Eileen has through her sensibilities and therefore images, allows for control to explode uncontrollably. The explosion found still in the barrel of a gun, wielded by our nightmares in sobering Texan light that is somehow more inebriated through its sobriety.
Gimme a beer Steve.
A void, the void, that makes up the hole makes up the whole galaxy of the stage of this world. The stage we all desperately want to try to think of as not a stage for the sake of thinking we each are autonomous beings, which we are. We are. But that's what my mind, what the capital world would want me to think. Here, we are all just one in the chamber waiting to get out, but until then we are surrounded by fire.
Smile, Hand, Trigger, 2019, 40”x32”, Pigment Print
Glitzy Galaxy, 2021, 53”x42”, Pigment Print
Falisfy (Alex), 2021, 30”x24”, Pigment Print
Magnify (Alex), 2021, 30”x24”, Pigment Print
You, Me (Eva & Flora), 2019, 32”x40”, Pigment Print
Uncle Steve, 2019, 16”x20”, Pigment Print