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Da beisst die Maus keinen Faden ab, 2015. Acrylic on canvas. 180 x 85 x 3cm.
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Da beisst die Maus keinen Faden ab, 2015. Acrylic on canvas. 180 x 105 x 3cm.
Da beisst die Maus keinen Faden ab, 2015. Embroidered fabric, steel, handmade wax. 151 x 130 x 20cm.
Da beisst die Maus keinen Faden ab, 2015. Acrylic on canvas. 180 x 80 x 3cm.
Da beisst die Maus keinen Faden ab, 2015. Acrylic on canvas. 180 x 78 x 3cm.
Annabelle, 2015. Oil, patchwork, and faux leather on cotton canvas. 46 x 38cm.
David, 2015. Oil and patchwork on cotton canvas. 217 x 188cm.
Domenico, 2015. Oil and patchwork on cotton canvas. 202 x 162cm.
Eve, 2015. Oil and patchwork on cotton canvas. 162 x 130cm.
Joan, 2015. Oil and patchwork on cotton canvas. 91 x 71cm.
Landscape, 2015. Variable dimensions, umbrellas 130 diam. each.
Landscape, 2015. Variable dimensions, umbrellas 130 diam. each.
Sand, 2015. Charcoal, pastel, pencil, thread on cotton canvas. 187 x 160cm.
Virginia, 2015. Acrylic and patchwork on canvas. 50 x 40cm.
Ween Team Summer Dream, 2015. Patchwork on cotton canvas. 195 x 130cm.
Willow, 2015. Oil on canvas. 62 x 56cm.
Cartoon Law I
Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation.
Cartoon Law V
All principles of gravity are negated by fear.
Cartoon Law VII
Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnels and entrances, while others cannot. This is ultimately a problem of art, not of science.
—author unknown
Galeria Nicodim Bucharest is pleased to present Ioana Stanca and Alex Rathbone. Stanca’s deceptively slick canvases begin with the stigmatized acts of cutting and sewing. Acid-hued pictograms of men and women at leisure separate and dissipate into a smorgasbord of constituent parts, bordering on abstraction—a mimesis of beauty industry advertisement logic nonetheless irresistible in its immediacy, humanized here and there by a stray bit of thread, a jagged edge tracing the fault line of the artist’s hand.
Rathbone’s somatic figurations leap from canvas and cloth to flame and text, medium-hopping hobos never fully at home in any medium. His cosmology of characters refuse the confines of narrative and slough pretense of meaning in favor of absolute presence, junking up the ur-space of the canvas with toxic skins and flaming locks.
