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The Shelly Monster and Other Art Objects of Chris van Eeden
Chris van Eeden at BrundynWebster’s Online Dictionary defines 'open' as having no enclosing or confining barrier, accessible on all or nearly all sides. Urban Dictionary defines it as someone who is easy to fuck. I forgot the point I was trying to make with this sentence.
04 September 2014 - 25 October 2014
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'OPEN'
Chris van Eeden at Brundyn'OPEN' is an exhibition of new paintings, sculpture, video, found objects and things on top of other things by Chris van Eeden. Expanding on the exhibition’s conceptual framework, the artist posits:
I’m opening up. I’m not convinced. I’ve worked over some theories. This is my take, and we’re approaching a limit, possibly.
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Who knows. This theatre seems too small, baby; it needs a certain je ne sais quoi or at least more something, yeah. Global it may well be, but we’re stifled by our expanding horizons (u-turn now 2.9 miles from your current location). What is this place? There’s only one left: the center of nowhere. The promised land. Join us there, or. Else look to the Tuscan Sunset Desert sky where banners hover and we play-drop XOs in the chemtrail traces searching for perfect combinatorial game theories, and, by the way, what’s your sign? Whispered, sultry: And your vocation? I’m travelling, really.
I’ve said my piece.
You object.
It’s okay, but.
Now was the time, just now. You missed out. Backdoor delivery. Urban Dictionary. Drones alight the scene (snooze), discount UHDs and discounted homeopathy to the upturned wrists of the invested masses. Members only. Anemic? I see, your grassroots are showing. Cover-up or let me highlight: Occupy Everything, health through living, it’s my dream, or get starving trying darling. Wile away. It’s springtime again-again and it’s rousing. Note, reasons why men have nipples. And women? In the Top 10 Things They Invented, today Chocolate Chip is in at nine losing barely to Automatic Dishwashing with numero uno; Kevlar, or was that Teflon, I forget. Either way it’s your desire, your express Mechanical Bride Order. And it’s only an object if you’re sampling. Or pray for keeps; everything is open and presented, actual, real, normcore, and remember your trophies and souvenirs. I’ll side order the t-shirt: Too much is never enough [sic.].
Paste, pulped, entangled, synchronous, im/plausible, nscrtbl, el33t (I’m lingua Africana, maybe). Post-irony post-contemporary postnasal postie post toasties: chaff feeds the anima mundi. 900k with breakfast? I want Dollar bitches. Or a drilling grilling, Sunny side up, only the yolk asseblief. Dissimulate, dissimilate, dissimilitude, disintegrate, assimilate, simultaneity, simulcast, uhm, simultaneity. None of a kind, today. Thank you. Superfluity! Uthini? It means something. After all it’s only in my words and pictures, which flounder happily in significance.
Have a fabulous ball, a mirror hall, a quantum conundrum, a maze (yawn). And it’s in your eyes, you’re in. You bought it. Lost? Feel your way up. Through. Out or. I aim to go down. I’ll swim in it. I’m swimming. It’s deep.
04 September 2014 - 25 October 2014