Microcosmographia | Black Gin | Irene Wellm | Janice Gobey | Naomi Bishop | Rachel Hazzard
Microcosmographia brings together five women artists working with themes of science and nature, the earth bound and geology, cosmology, mythology and universal/cosmos sciences.
Venue: fortyfivedownstairs
Address: 45 Flinders Lane, Melbourne 3000
Date: 03/03/2020 - 14/03/2020
Time: Tuesday to Friday 11am-5pm, Saturday 11am-3pm
Ticket: Free
Web: https://www.fortyfivedownstairs.com/wp2016/event/microcosmographia/
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Address: 45 Flinders Lane, Melbourne 3000
Date: 03/03/2020 - 14/03/2020
Time: Tuesday to Friday 11am-5pm, Saturday 11am-3pm
Ticket: Free
Web: https://www.fortyfivedownstairs.com/wp2016/event/microcosmographia/
: www.facebook.com/fortyfivedownstairs
: www.twitter.com/fortyfive_ds
: www.instagram.com/fortyfivedownstairs
EMail: info@fortyfivedownstairs.com
Call: 396629966
The work of these artists examines aspects of the natural world in detail to reveal an arcadian beauty tainted by pollution with a sense of deep foreboding. Apocalyptic skies “ desolate landscapes “ introduced species “ animals that can be friend or foe “ objects that are simultaneously weapon and talisman, wish and curse.
These artists are bound together in a world in which humans are absent. A world which, no longer seems fictional or fantastical but perhaps inevitable. Red skies, denuded trees, shards of broken crystal, burial grounds “ strange, hybrid deities, apocalyptic skies, the charred remains of primordial forests, and heavy, purplish air that's too thick to breathe. Nature will always take back control.
We are all on a journey to find the new normal. Jung called it a night sea journey' in which the light of the consciousness intentionally descends into the dark, watery world of the unconscious, where no road maps suffice. Will we find our way back into the light?
These artists are bound together in a world in which humans are absent. A world which, no longer seems fictional or fantastical but perhaps inevitable. Red skies, denuded trees, shards of broken crystal, burial grounds “ strange, hybrid deities, apocalyptic skies, the charred remains of primordial forests, and heavy, purplish air that's too thick to breathe. Nature will always take back control.
We are all on a journey to find the new normal. Jung called it a night sea journey' in which the light of the consciousness intentionally descends into the dark, watery world of the unconscious, where no road maps suffice. Will we find our way back into the light?