MICHELE ABELES: “Old New Work”

“Something” lays under the surface of the photographs… under the skin of the paper, under the surface of the meaning… below the meaning itself… out of touch but you can feel it within. Something slowly moving, foreboding, pulsating with a tension that is palpable… not emotion but rather the underbelly of emotion and the crushing blow of coming violence. This “something” comes… it comes as an innate visual torch that is carried by the artist, discernible enough to describe but complex enough to become invisible or perhaps embedded. The artist that carries this “something” is one among thousands, perhaps many thousands. Michele Abeles is one of “those” that carry it. It doesn’t matter where it comes from… the freezer-burn-of-childhood, the mark of the numb-callous-failed-flawed-adult upon your untainted-fresh-child-senses… the events… psychological-trauma-memory, shouting-adult-smells-imprints-glass-breaking-carpet-smell, another event… circumstance… a scene flashed before your mind’s eye… running back through your head as an adult… circumstances-scenes-events-memory-minds-eye looped together on a reel that slowly goes round. It doesn’t matter… the root, the cause, the motivation…it doesn’t matter… the reality is here for the viewer… the results exist as their own entity. The results exist in themselves… the work… apart from the artist but connected by blood, kin.

Michele’s “something”… her photographs… are images from a kaleidoscope lens- a turning wheel that spins and stops at a spot… disconnected shards that are taped together as fragments along a leather whip… the whip is swaying side to side… motionless but moving… held by a gloved hand and whipped with a thud against the dark night cement. Humans mixed with textures mixed with animals mixed with death. Death mixed with hair mixed with cement mixed with earth… tension brewing violently underneath it all… all of it interconnected and yet, all of it knowingly separate. The “something” is like a kink or ripple in the reality… something is warped, causing a bend in the reality… something broad and running under the surface of Michele’s created world… all of it affected by this warp, waves move across all… all of it is bent under the force of this curve.

www.micheleabelesphotography.com

Regards,

Doug Rickard










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