In 2013 and 2014 I wrote catalogue essays for three artist shows at Transfer Gallery, Brooklyn.
Polygons are empty. Their interiors echo nothing, their surfaces can depict anything. To consider them spatial one must set aside all presumptions accorded to ‘lived’ space. Inert physical lumps and dumb crystals may offer reliable resistance to the fleshy hands and sharpened chisels of the meatspace artist. But as your avatar leans in close to the Gaussian smoothed surface of a polygon it is a matter of computation that determines whether subject and object collide.
July – August 2013
November – December 2013