tfw Stephen NachtigallFEB 27 – MAR 28, 2015

tfw
Stephen Nachtigall

FEB 27 – MAR 28, 2015

EXHIBITION RUNS FEB 27 – MAR 28, 2015
GALLERY HOURS, SATURDAYS 12-5 OR BY APPOINTMENT
OPENING FEB 27, 8:00PM

Admission is free and open to the public.

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AVALANCHE! Institute of Contemporary Art is pleased to present tfw, an exhibition of new works by Stephen Nachtigall.

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Accompanying Text

by Lindsay Sorell

Imagine a basketball team pouring out onto the court flashing their signature flesh-and-black mesh jerseys. The players look down; their eyes focused beyond the court, beyond the city. People everywhere are wearing beige. They have donned beige sneakers; they wave beige signs. Beige inspires them to scream and to cheer and to buy beers. Alarmingly, fans making their way to the game look like big piles of flesh spilling out of the subway.

I wear black every day to work. Neutrals are utilitarian. They’re classy. They’re timeless. They’re my uniform. I think of neutrals as synechological: eternal like Space, Time, and Law. I appeal to this idea to validate me at my day job. Yes, I say to myself, I am daily exhibiting my awareness of eternal qualities by dressing in black.

Eternal qualities. Law.

That feel when there is an earthquake and everything around you smashes at once and you look around you for your sister but she is nowhere and it’s the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday and the road outside is buckling and you forget whether you are supposed to go under the table or into the basement or nowhere at all.

Chaos composes the order of the world and the order of the world composes chaos. Tychism. If the earth is a grid, the grid is broken, but its brokenness repeats in a beautifully patterned echo. The universe is synechological, like my work shirt, and humanity is contingent. The deep lines in my palm seem to be random but they are evidence of the way my hand works.

Only so much of a TFW mapping file extension can fit on a screen.

Hell, the only reason I know it’s 10:07PM right now is because it says so on the top right hand corner of my laptop and I don’t question it for a second. Time itself is eternal but my sense of time is completely wrong. And hell, I can read about Canada’s current Temporary Foreign Worker upheaval but I will never truly know what it is like to be deported after working at McDonald’s for twelve years because some 14 year old Canadian with braces is out of a job. We need an exchange of information on disparate scales to have knowledge but, even when information has been achieved, it’s a cenotaph for reality. tfw, there must be a better source for truth, better than the digital, that webbed, protean synthetic bastard of a teacher. Maybe experience is the answer, getting your hands inside of what you know. Bring your eyes back to the present and see if you can validate that too.

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Stephen Nachtigall is a visual artist from Calgary, Canada. He enjoys mountain vistas and wide open skies. Stephen has exhibited internationally and is currently an MFA candidate at the University of Oregon.
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EXHIBITION PHOTOS
photo credits 4-7, Jeremy Pavka