After opening the central drawer to Red space holder: forget remember, Fr Chris Jenkins — a Jesuit priest now at St Canice’s after Fr Stephen Sinn — was reminded of the 1853 artwork Light of the World and so is seen, here, ‘knocking on the door’.
Clare and Marlowe look at Red space holder: forget remember. Unsure he really could see his own foot underneath the drawer when he peered into it, Marlowe then inspected the drawer from the ground looking up to check it didn’t have a bottom.
Beryl, a regular Archibald Prize exhibition visitor, was admittedly a bit stumped, at first, for words when she came by to have a look at the exhibition today. Then, after a number of other thoughts said: ‘… you could say space is at the basis of everything’.
The books Sue Cramer, curator of the exhibition Less is More currently open for viewing at Heidi Museum of Modern Art, Melbourne, has included in the piece. The rational for Sue Cramer’s selection is listed first. I look forward to browsing the books when I participate in the exhibition’s forum in October.
For Jack the Cat: First note (please leave the door open) by me; response note (No) by the director. GH
Sol LeWitt (one of the most famous so-called minimalist artists). About to close the door for the day. Looking forward to tomorrow.
About to open the door for the day.
… by Piet Mondrian, again. The space between opposites is intersubjective, that seeming unbridgeable gap between us. Closing the door, going home. Last week, next week, for the exhibition.
… said Piet Mondrian, that hip abstract artist who used to read Hegel. About to walk down the corridor and open the door for the day.
About to close the door and walk back down the corridor with this sentence in mind by Donald Judd from perhaps the most famous art essay, ever. Donald Judd was one of the first to make art out of intersubjective space, the space between opposites, the space between oneself and another.
In other words, if it were not for you there could not be me. The space between us enables us to reason, to feel, to breath; it is intersubjective space. Opening thought for today as I walk down the corridor to the studio door.