Showing posts with label Mark Ruwedel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Ruwedel. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Mark Ruwedel, Étienne Tremblay-Tardif, Karen Trask and Marie-Jeanne Musiol at The Belgo.

Backwash on black holes.

There is no personal God, and our supreme effort lies in the destruction of our personality, the passage into the absolute sphere of being.
- Schelling in a letter to Hegel 

These exhibitions ran simultaneously at different galleries in The Belgo building in Montreal. They had an eerie kind of unintentional resonance with one another.  

Vaccinated with a phonograph needle 

The American photographer Mark Ruwedel's "Photographies" at Art 45 was made of a series of stellar, black and white images. The majority of them showed records decaying in the desert. Some of them still had fragments of their sleeves remaining, the eroding faces crumbling over the vinyl. Supplementing these was a set of images of bras decomposing in the desert, flattened or crumpled up by brush.