Jennifer Caroline Campbell thinks about The Green Knight and two predominantly green coloured works by Ruoru Mou and Gal Schindler in a new group exhibition.
Feeling now, now, never, now. A stream scattered with sudden gushes, babbling. Trying to move through time feelingly is an ongoing trying, a skimming-sliding. Squelching in corners, sometimes stumbling and dusty, dry slithers searching for shampoo quenching.
A smudge of lip-balm is pressed onto dry skin, inside of elbow grinning. Reclined and propped, blushing in icing. Minty paste pushed around, sticky eye lashes breaking through the flattened scape, tickling slick and batting. Cold and warm vitamins whipped up and patted on. Like a curly swan she steps lusciously out onto the floorboards.
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| Gal Schindler, No explanations, 2024, oil on wood, 120 x 180 cm |
She presses against the window. It is tall and full of hard flat pains, neatly stacked, locked in place. The jammed mechanism appears unmovable, but a fleshy reflection slams through, seen glinting in a glob of tomorrow. She drags it into now-ness.
Today’s sunrise is a slice of jelly to slide under. Green residue growing quickly, unclean nutrients congealing nourishingly. She collects soon-to-be-luminous liquid in a darkening glass bottle, greedy and greasy with Aphrodite’s kisses. Elastic fingers clasp the antidote. A glowing poison with which to unpick the packed airless measure.
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| Ruoru Mou, greasy film, gelatine, glycerin, restaurant grease, food colouring, leather dust, leather mould, foam, micrometer, 243 x 110 x 2.5 cm |
Art school (a place, time or state of mind) is a bridge, between ways of feeling and living, a rupture and a chasm, packed with algae. Contamination is remedy, green without envy. Nettles flower through crumbling parameters, not in an afterglow, pooling in fissures. Learning and listening is loud, growing new glows, to hunt out un-tepid terrain. Feeling as navigation, for shaping paths away from churning production lines.
Falsely named snowy, in hysteric attempts to drain it, this landscape of microcosms is in fact swimmingly green.
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| Ruoru Mou, greasy film (detail), gelatine, glycerin, restaurant grease, food colouring, leather dust, leather mould, foam, micrometer, 243 x 110 x 2.5 cm |
‘When we, together all, find that our reach has exceeded our grasp, we cut it down, we stamp it out, we spread ourselves atop it and smother it beneath our bellies. But it comes back. It does not dally; nor does it wait to plot or conspire... and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues.’
Words spoken by Essel in The Green Knight (David Lowery, 2021)
On Feeling, curated by Peter Davies
Approach Gallery, London E2
until the 3 August 2024
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