To Some Others of This Kind
If there are more neurons in the human brain than stars in the Milky-way, is the task of biography as immense as stating the nature of the universe? And what of autobiography? As they say, memory is more like the now in reverse than the past. If we’re doomed to a revisionist history, it is a comfort to know that the stars tell stories and serve as sign posts: go left five thousand light years to until you reach depression, in another 30 make a hard right you’ll see its outer edges.
Then again, some say that the stars of our past have drifted away from our now, and the stories scattered up there don’t hold, have they fallen to the ground? Which makes sense, the Pleiades looks more like a worm and Capricorn is definitely a shoe… well, I don’t actually know. But I’d bet if you peek beneath your shoe, you’ll see your own fallen stories. And as you lift your foot those stories might just be taken back up into the air, like embers from a dying flame, like burnt offerings wafting in the wind.
To Some Others of This Kind is an exhibition of sound (four wind chimes tuned to the opening bars of The Who’s Behind Blue Eyes), a series of 13 metal cast stars, and eight paintings based on myths from Antiquity seen through the lens of Medieval scholarship bathed in the light of Romanticism.
Mirror Box
August, 2025
Grand Rapids, MN
photographs courtesy of the artist and Mirror Box. Photos by Wicklund Productions.