Wobble, rhythm, dead end...
Appliance, domesticity, immanence...
Caught between frames.
Presentation/re-Presentation.
To speak is to vibrate...
Upon first viewing this exhibition, these are the fragments of speech that came to mind most readily. It was clear that something was being said (uttered), but not in any literal way. Signs stacked upon signs bereft of the most familiar signs of speech, pushed the reception of Jennifer Bolande's work into my sense of being in other ways. Of course, little of it played directly on my senses. That which did was the most engaging. Much of seemed like an intellectual puzzle, one I have been willing to piece together, slowly. To be continued...
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