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  • Installation view - detail from Desire

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  • Installation detail: Under the Rose 2012

    Maker: Karin Strachan
  • Installation detail: Desire 2012

    Maker: Karin Strachan

Under the Rose

01 March 2013 - 27 April 2013

Inspired by T.S.Eliot’s poem Burnt Norton, the installation Under the Rose can be understood as a meditation on the practice of rituals, spirituality, and making art. The hanging bulbs in the garden are cast from resin. Each hand-made form contains roses – both real and artificial. The effect of the surfaces, which blend opaqueness, translucence, waxy-looking accretions, and suffused colours, suggest items which have been subjected to the process of time – like glass jars unearthed. The result is a site for reflection.


In the work Desire, each of the stacked resin dominoes contains excerpts from “rejections” to various proposals and shows received by the artist. By incorporating these “obstructions” into an artwork, the artist has in a sense completed a cleansing ritual of sorts; the process and self-belief enabling her work to continue.  



Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

 

Excerpt from Burnt Norton by T.S.Eliot