Elaine Cameron-Weir “strings that show the wind”

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What seems at first glance to be a kind of stamped tin ceiling underfoot, reveals itself as something else. Elaine Cameron-Weir reorients the gallery with a modular steel subflooring, typically installed to corral cables in offices, data centers, and libraries. This reflective tech platform is inhabited by three pairs of sculptural works. Each pair has an imperfect symmetry, revealed much like an ammonite would be when spliced in half to show the workings of its inner chambered structure. These cut symmetries could be put back together to form a whole, if only mentally. Or perhaps opened and closed like a book.

On this now-floor,

‘it thought you were someone else
it thought you were me
bounded by strings
in the distorted phases
of a topological superfluid
a mysterious density
half-speed vortices and long walls’

and

‘at the end of the line
an echo sliding downtown
the mercurial reflective
pool of a familiar voice
and me a person it never made real
in the mirrors of my own halls’

are a pair of stainless steel trolleys once used to transport chemical barrels, now carrying twin drapes of rubber-backed concrete cloth. They spiral upward as in a wringing vortex, with a bright serpentine outline created at their edge by neon tubes. Mobile yet substantiated by weight, the hollow centers formed by the fabric are set with cast glass lenses once intended for a homemade telescope, handmade by the artist’s father. Tucked behind, polished concrete hemispheres hold a tetrad of liquid candles. Wheels, lenses, and half-globes, permit the potentialities of each of these elements to tilt, rotate, and spin. The technological shifts suggested in this neon/candle dichotomy do not propose a compromise, however, but rather an acknowledgement of our desire in time-sensing, and of time-being. In outer space, we have been measuring distance with the speed of light.

‘but it knew her still somehow
by the strings that show the wind
impoverished things
decorate these tunnels
yet it dreams of wires always
in a scatter radar memoir’

and

‘the face on the tip of my tongue
its hum next to me underground
the wind comes and is seen
heralded by strings
these devices of measure
tracks and life activities
in the fossil record
symmetries to the physical world’

are composed of eight pendent and connected sections of stainless steel chainmail that form two vertical scrolls, held in place by a pulley system and heavy pieces of polished fluorite on trolleys. Attached to each chainmail section is a pewter disc, casts of mass-produced centrifugal rubber molds, commonly used in the production of cheap metal jewelry and trinkets. As cast, rune charms, angels, flower chains are spun together all the same. They recall trace fossils, those permanent fleeting pigeon feet and dog paws in cement sidewalks, or oversized ex-votos. Grafting a presence and relationship between materials and objects, the mechanisms map out coordinates in space as an action and a specter for the potential multiple.

On the wall,

‘we all go to work by proxy
but it dreams of wires
and it was setting the sun
it thought it had lost everything
but then it found you instead
and it woke up laughing’

and

‘the witnesses turned away
he signed the moon out of bed
and fact folded back yielding
a crumpled up smile
a discarded face finally familiar
it was setting the sun
it was waiting for you’

are two tri-fold structures configured by stainless steel laboratory hardware, on which similarly constructed chainmail scrolls with cast pewter discs hang in the middle panels. They are flanked by temporarily decommissioned objects, a glass chandelier arm on one side and a military whip antenna on the other. Rawhide panels are stretched to function as vertical lamp shades backed by neon squiggles and a single liquid candle. The stasis of repurposing or storage of these objects stages a pause, a resting point for the readability of past use.

Elaine Cameron-Weir’s object-sculptures are practitioners of turning procedure into rituals, of courting customization as a commitment to openness. They fulfill and acknowledge the provisional limits of freedom. They rally behind the speed and slowness of time, of material histories. They harken back to the future and foretell the past. Divorced from function, they function again — the moment when the strings show the wind, and the wind shows the strings.


— Jo-ey Tang

Elaine Cameron-Weir (b. 1985, Red Deer, Alberta, Canada) lives and works in New York. Recent solo exhibitions include Dortmunder Kunstverein, Dortmund, Germany; Storm King Art Center, New York; Hannah Hoffman, Los Angeles; New Museum, New York; Venus, Los Angeles; and Andrea Rosen Gallery, New York. Her work has been featured in numerous group exhibitions including the Remai Modern, Saskatoon, Canada; the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia; the Montréal Biennial, Montréal, Canada; Luxembourg & Dayan, New York; Simon Lee, Hong Kong; Gió Marconi, Milan, Italy, Lisson Gallery, London, UK and JTT, New York amongst others.

This is her first show with the gallery.

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Schedule

from September 08, 2019 to October 27, 2019

Opening Reception on 2019-09-08 from 18:00 to 21:00

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http://www.jttnyc.com/ (venue's website)

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Free

Venue Hours

From 12:00 To 19:00
Closed on Mondays, Tuesdays

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Address: 191 Chrystie St., New York, NY 10002
Phone: 212-574-8152

Between Rivington and Stanton Sts., Subway: F to 2nd Avenue.

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