Sanya Kantarovsky
15 Mar - 16 Apr 2016
© Sanya Kantarovsky
Gutted, 2016
Oil, watercolor, oil stick, pastel on canvas
177.8 x 241.3 cm / 70 x 95 in
Unique
Gutted, 2016
Oil, watercolor, oil stick, pastel on canvas
177.8 x 241.3 cm / 70 x 95 in
Unique
SANYA KANTAROVSKY
In The Gutter
15 March - 16 April 2016
It's a fragment borrowed from Oscar Wilde's ode to our exitlessness, but the gutter is also where the mind's eye completes the picture: the gap between the panels of a comic book.
CRRAASSHHH! : GUTTER : BROKEN GLASS
The blanks are important. The picture itself is plotless, there is no evidence of progress. There is no pursuit of happiness, no moral.
It's a dirty, wet conduit.
It's a vacant space where something unnameable is at stake. Where we are the onlookers, but so are they, where subjects and objects, windows and walls, are all one and the same.
It's about looking. Looking as a form of inquiry and as a form of punishment. As in, scopophilia and guilt. We are all Peeping Toms, squinting through the cracks at a coming of age, a consolation, canine desperation and self-effacement. More importantly these surfaces ask us to consume them as things, as bodies out in the world. Inspecting and being inspected. Here, situations implicate us in their weaknesses, intimacies and scrutiny.
We are all in the gutter.
In The Gutter
15 March - 16 April 2016
It's a fragment borrowed from Oscar Wilde's ode to our exitlessness, but the gutter is also where the mind's eye completes the picture: the gap between the panels of a comic book.
CRRAASSHHH! : GUTTER : BROKEN GLASS
The blanks are important. The picture itself is plotless, there is no evidence of progress. There is no pursuit of happiness, no moral.
It's a dirty, wet conduit.
It's a vacant space where something unnameable is at stake. Where we are the onlookers, but so are they, where subjects and objects, windows and walls, are all one and the same.
It's about looking. Looking as a form of inquiry and as a form of punishment. As in, scopophilia and guilt. We are all Peeping Toms, squinting through the cracks at a coming of age, a consolation, canine desperation and self-effacement. More importantly these surfaces ask us to consume them as things, as bodies out in the world. Inspecting and being inspected. Here, situations implicate us in their weaknesses, intimacies and scrutiny.
We are all in the gutter.