The Storey Gallery’s first exhibition has been in situ and open to visits for a month now and with working just down the corridor I have the good fortune to bob in fairly regularly. And it needs several visits.
Anyone who knows the gallery space knows it’s beautiful, spacious and expansive.
The Storey bods have filled it to chocka.
With flowers, scaffolding, paintings, video, sculptures, sketches and tape.
It’s a bit overwhelming. But I gather that’s the intention. A bit chaotic. But that too is okay.
Which I like. I also like how it manifests the potential for the building’s new incarnation: A ton of different inhabitants buzzing and bouncing off each other’s presence, each presenting new meanings and contexts to the individual piece (or organisation if we’re to continue with the larger metaphor).
Art is what we make it. And what we make of it. A Creative Industries Centre is what we make it. I’ve just heard we’ve got a bridal wear designer moving in.
One of the most impactful sculptures in the exhibition (for me) is a white resin figure draped in a sheet. Is it a child? Is it a ghost? Is it a shy bride? Is it anybody’s guess?
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