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You’ve seen these portraits around L.A. Why are they now in the desert?
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The desert I’ve skilled since transferring to Southern California from Chicago practically 30 years in the past, as each a manifestation of house and an expression of time, belies expectations and by no means fails to disclose itself as an expanse of colliding dichotomies. Its terrain stretches out, boundaries show flimsy, that which seems barren bears fruit. The moon rises equally underfoot because it does on the horizon, and right here inevitably succumbs to there. Past any terrestrial prism by way of which one can observe a seemingly limitless place, the desert’s consciousness, I think, stays extra within the cosmos than with the fleeting views of people transferring by way of it. Once I do discover myself within the desert, whether or not arriving there as a vacation spot to the east or north, or coming back from it towards a distinct huge ocean within the West, my most elementary questions are given house to breathe. “The place am I?”
If the desert displays an endlessly evolving constellation of questions — a calling — my piece “Desert Totem” kinds an ongoing response, a type of private, cosmic echolocation that performs in my inventive work. It’s composed of portraits I made at completely different moments — of a person named Elijah and of an ideal horned owl — which are woven into the mesh of chain-link gates I’ve salvaged over years from properties (now gone, in my very own neighborhood, however reactivated in my work). Each portraits replicate outward and inward (on the reverse).
I met Elijah years in the past. We had been each fishing within the desert — him actually, me metaphorically as I whisked alongside the desert freeway, with Parliament-Funkadelic’s “Mothership Connection” blaring in my automotive. I had requested the cosmos a query about presence versus absence within the desert, and Elijah quickly confirmed up, fishing alongside a roadside irrigation ditch, as if to say, “You might be right here!” At a distinct time, I used to be as soon as compelled to present a burial to an ideal horned owl on the base of a saguaro the place the Sonoran and the Mojave deserts blur collectively. Years later, I had a chance to satisfy one of many owl’s dwelling descendants up shut. Each photos journey with me, in my thoughts’s eye, together with the work I do. And simply as I proceed to maneuver “Desert Totem” from one context to a different, questions round presence versus absence, arrival versus departure, settling versus migrating and erasure versus fairness, will linger, provoke and hopefully weave connections.
Glen Wilson’s (born 1969, Columbus, Ohio, lives and works in Los Angeles) multidisciplinary follow is comprised of images, sculpture, filmmaking, set up and assemblage. Upsetting questions round voice, visibility and cartography, Wilson’s works counsel fluid narratives of place, diaspora, cultural heritage and the intersections of particular person and communal id. Wilson has proven most not too long ago at Frieze London and in group exhibitions on the Getty Middle and the California African American Museum. Wilson obtained a B.A. from Yale College and an MFA from the College of California San Diego and is represented by Numerous Small Fires gallery (Los Angeles/Seoul).
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