Unfortunately for me, the eternal return lasted only three minutes. Alas, I was asked to leave Grey Gallery & Lounge at 6:30pm today because I was unwittingly intruding on a private party. I hadn’t seen the sign on the door, as it was held open for me by people who were oddly sizing me up as though they were trying to decide if they were going to let me attend their private party. Right. But the three minutes I did have to look at Emily Pothast‘s collages were lovely. I felt like I was peering into a personal cosmogony. They are much different in person than on screen; more topographical, mapping out a physical landscape as well as an intellectual/spiritual one. On the screen, they struck me as quiet and meditative, and in person they are bold with intensity barely contained in the tiny cut shapes. Really great both ways, actually.
The first time I came across Emily’s work (clicking around on Seattle art blogs), I became very excited and was convinced that she was my artistic other half and that really we ought to join forces and take over the world or start our own club or art movement or something. I can get worked up. But mostly I’m calm and would settle for coffee like a normal person. Our styles and methods of working are different, but we share similar concerns. On her blog, she articulates and elaborates on many concepts that I have left largely unsaid in the artist statements I’ve written. It is satisfying to see it written; to see someone thinking about the same things.