Violet Dennison. Tears on my Mirror Milk

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all images from: VIOLET DENNISON, Tears on my Mirror Milk
installation views at Retrospective Gallery, Hudson NY, July 2015
images courtesy of the artist and Retrospective, Hudson NY

Tears on my Mirror Milk is the new solo exhibition of VIOLET DENNISON that is currently presented at the art venue Retrospective in Hudson, NY.

The show features a series of metal works including floor and wall pieces through which the viewer grasps that industrial materials have been heated, cooled, imprinted, deformed, and reformed into palpably shabby shapes.

Very little informations are given concerning this body of work, but it seems that as for her previous presentations, the pieces engage the viewer with a life of materials that releases them from their commercial and industrial specificities. By merging ornamentation and abstraction, violence and poetry, destruction and transformation, DENNISON has developed a formal idiom with references to post-minimalist art and Arte Povera, ethnographic and archaeological museology, commercial display and domesticity.

Behold a fountain of confused feelings. Loose water drips eternally down the hooves of a frightened beast, surging through the mouth of a screaming fish. It urges her to be! “And yet to disappear…” Now looking deep into the dark waters, an expanding ripple reveals HER: a sad dumb cloud pinned behind a steeple, tears falling from the sky in the form of rain. “Do desperate lonely fools find their place on this earth?” Meanwhile, the filthy parody of herself ran through town.

**Oh Woe is me. Eating cold cuts on the floor. I guess its not so bad. The fruit is carved length-wise in quarters. How odd she thought to herself. Upon each bite the delicate tissue of my mouth is wounded. Blood and juice drips from her lips swollen with sorrow, mingling with the clumsiest of tears. What a selfish dream I once had…

I suppose it was then she became the monster he wanted me to be. But instead I envisioned a thousand laughing snakes crawling out of my head and when she was beheaded a powerful woman was born from my neck.  (Oberschöneweide/Alexanderplatz. March, 2015)*

→ Tears on my Mirror Milk by VIOLET DENNISON is on view at Retrospective Gallery, Hudson NY until August 9, 2015

*press release



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