Anya Henis in collaboration with Kirstin Carlin, Julien Dyne and Johl Dwyer
25 September - 22 October 2009
When I think about your triangles I let them take my mind time travelling through a tunnel, skidding along with the pace of a stream. As I come to a halt the water surges then slows to a ripple which casually reveals an undergrowth where compressed traces of pocketed ruins appear as mere cusps on the surface.
When I think about your triangles I can sense the forces deep within the earth rotating and the geometries of the particles between them shifting and placating. Once built up to a seizure of colour and form the dance of ephemeral matter subsides leaving the explosive remnants beat.
When I think about your triangles they incise sharp lines on my vision which pierce and penetrate each object that passes in front. They comprise each space I enter, twisting and turning to find slots to nestle with and become the internal structure of shapes and shadows.