GROUP EXHIBITION BY:
Annie Dennise Pacaña | Baile | Gerecho Iniel Cruz
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This year, INTERACT collaboration from February 2019 takes a different form: distant, reserved, anxious, longing, hesitant, uncertain, but still reaching out. Space is not an emptiness but a distance that connects. Time is not absence but an interval that harmonizes.
In this exhibit, artists Gerecho Iniel Cruz, Annie Dennise Pacaña and Baile collaborate once again testing the dissonant and resonant energies of their works. Our everyday routine, no matter how it contrasts from our past habits, gives a steady rhythm we can rely on for a little sense of certainty nowadays. There is calm in hearing a sigh, a gasp, a yawn, a laughter, a cry, a hum, a whisper. More than a promise repeatedly said and constantly broken, a word that has lost all meaning and thrown out the window, the infinitesimal breath signifies that someone nearby, present and quiet, is here and will remain. The sound fills our senses. The concept of other in space is represented where empathy is a prototype for future neural links. Infrequently, blasts of sounds intensify in frequency, yet always bring a wringing silence in our ears. Where all noise gather, there is room to listen to yourself. Are you silent when you listen? Has silence ever been this loud?
Take a look and listen to the projection+performance of visuals and sound from Annie’s kaleidoscape vortices, Baile’s percussive prowess, and Iniel’s synth sorcery and the interference of all three. In loop, we gather the days, however distorted and disoriented. It almost seems like each day has its generation loss. We are all Alvin Lucier from his 1969 piece saying “I am sitting in a room,” recording and re-recording our voices where words left their meaning, and sound waves that bounce off surfaces crash through deaf ears.
The concept of other in a space –a platform that both connects people and gives enough distance to imagine each other’s roles. Where is the artist and the viewer in this all? Who is looking out and who is looking in when everything we once knew is thrown out the window? We might as well just throw out the windows too.
In this exhibit, fluidity of sound and space, and space and sound, is carried by our own disembodied experience of online connections through posts, stories, streams and shares–words that have muddled meanings with our distant past. With every transfer, there is a loss. But there is beauty in whatever little left that is carried on.