/ARCHIVE — 2012
/jaime angelopoulos — find it, burry it
/With my sculpture practice I explore bodily experience, including sensation, physicality, and, more recently, the emotional/spiritual self. Innate characteristics and functions of the body are considered in contrast to shapeable aspects of human behavior.
However abstract, my sculptures evoke human gestures and forms through their material and scale. Narrative titles such as, You, You’re a Luminous Being, set a conversational tone to invite participation and infuse abstract, ambiguous forms with personal meaning. My drawings often reference my sculptural forms, while also informing the sculpture-making process.
/JAIME ANGELOPOULOS holds an MFA from York University and a BFA from NSCAD University. She also studied sculpture in Texas and Alberta. She has exhibited internationally, and recently presented a solo exhibition at Parisian Laundry in Montreal. Her works are included in several private and corporate collections.
/AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF FIND IT, BURRY IT
It's warm here on the warm wooden floors. Not at all like the cold grey cement I've become accustomed to. I like the sound of the clicking against the floor boards as toes and heels come by for a visit. Their reverberation goes right through me. They bend down closer towards me. Their faces peering, eyes searching, looking for something. In me. On me. But surfaces can be deceiving. Desiring. I can feel their desire to reach out, to touch with their fingertips the softness about me. But I know they will hold back. They will hold back their touch. Instead, they will click their toes and heels around me, along the wall. Don't forget to breathe, and soon, head back out the door.
Secrets never dissipate. They transform. Morphing into new forms and shapes. Dreams and anxieties. Bodies and movements. Intuition guides, intuition glides, but sensations are only extensions of a form re-forming.
Your secrets are my stories yet told, re-forming and shape-shifting. If oblong could be a texture it would be this texture. Plum draped into a hold, I am not a form; I am forming, for you. From you. Made up of past headlines, fading newspaper stories, crumpled cv's alongside crumpled magazines, words and images bound together inform me, intertwine me. If I had intestines, they would be composed of yellowing paper, drained of smirched ink from the wetness of the plaster. Encased encasings. Stratas suffocating. It's done. And I am learning to breathe without out.
I am the expression of a form re-forming. I am the whispered secret humming inside the ground, manifesting into this new being. Let's begin with an encounter, because you don't seem able to recognize me.
String shag shiny. Plush shines and shines. Words dither here over hums, hmms, and haws. Tilting heads bend with a furrow between growing. Pants rubbing from all the shuffling. A low dull roar of o's and r's and glasses glide over the smooth languid surface. Familiar faces searching for familiarity. Air gets warmer but not any clearer. Stuffy gets stuffier. Swans get swannier. Feather fluff wing down necking crane and still, it's still.
Written specifically for Jaime Angelopoulos' exhibition, Find It, Burry It, at Stride Gallery Spring 2012. Parts of the text are used with permission from Angelopoulos' private and unpublished writing.
/AMY FUNG writes on contemporary art for publications in print and online such as C Magazine, Canadian Art, Frieze, FUSE, etc. She is interested in the practice of arts writing as a creative and critical platform to engage the work through ulterior entry points – amongst other things. For more information visit AmyFung.ca