Annette Messager the messengers
4march-25 may 2009 Southbank Centre, London
Magica,
With it’s forced, magnified, intricate perversion. Of the ‘look but can’t touch’
at the tomb of those lovingly knitted jumpers & suitcases of 1000 photographs.
Cheeky, take another look at all the treasures, all the memories, all the images you relate to,
Senses baffled and stripped
By the giants of jerky, awkward movements
Phallic and flaccid, hacked, stitched and creeping towards me.
A child warning. Grotesque and un-quitting.
Lying on the floor now trying to see the ‘feel but can’t look’. Bending and peering, twisting and turning a journey of intricate visions of the fantasies of real life- to the larger than life.
Fantastical imaginations- feel the breeze of the vanishing door to the sea of red
Mutilated, hanging, filling in the sky.
Unbound by the appearance, rejection of mis-spent adolescents to moving parts internal intestines using sections to explain the whole. Eyes widening in Awe of what you see.
