American artist Kathleen Ryan‘s fascination with botanical life generates structures for hiding, hosting and hailing unseen forces.
It wants what it can arrange. It eats what it must know. It flows and slides along durations. It will vanish, once there is nothing left to doubt. It balances a complexity of purpose and a simplicity of design. It lacks desire but has no bounds, so desire seeks it. It is an embrace, but it occurs by colors and not by bodies. It exchanges its organs with the air. It assembles fantasies according to the tone of their arborizations. It concedes victory to low intensities, watery generosity, bold decay and open flagrancy. It is a blurry replica of some aspects of the Milky Way, its extension and its tenderness, among others.
All Rights reserved to Kathleen Ryan