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City Wide, Carly Slade

January 10, 2020 @ 5:00 pm - February 7, 2020 @ 6:00 pm

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Carly Slade, 2046 W Diamond St, ceramic, metal, embroidery, electroluminescent wire, 2018. Photo: courtesy of the artist.

City Wide
Carly Slade
Opening Reception | Friday, January 10, 2020 | 5:00 – 7:00 p.m.
Exhibition on view through February 7, 2020

Artist Statement

I have observed that there is an impermanence to our lives spent in the buildings we inhabit and work in. I think a lot about people, and a lot about the spaces they inhabit. People in each other’s space, spaces after people have left. About who makes the space, people who lost their space; about what they left behind there, or maybe took with them. I am interested in space as both an archive and a façade.

Space can be gendered: women in the kitchen and men in the garage, or women in the nail salon and men in the hardware store. Like space, labor is often gendered as well, women knitting in the living room, men tinkering outside in the garage.

Space can be controlled. Sometimes it needs permission to be used, although it can be strong-armed. A dimly lit park at night is democratized by the installation of street lights. But even walking on a well-lit street at night I will find an excuse to stop and let the strange man behind me pass. What must it feel like to be him, constantly assumed an aggressor?

Space can be segregated. Whole cities split up by income, by immigration wave, by color. Yuppies in the burbs, yogis in the Wholefoods, crumbling sidewalks in the hood.

Buildings and the spaces they occupy are vessels, they hold within them residue of the lives that have passed through them, while their outsides are reflections of their time and place. Each brick was placed by someone’s hands, the foundation poured by a crew, porch lights glow from the effort of an electrician. Once a structure is built it becomes like a book with blank pages, ready to be marked and altered to hold its history. The front banister was bent when the second owner backed his car into it. The ornate molding around the front door is original to the home, covered with eight layers of paints and now out of place now in its rundown neighborhood. But it hints back to a time when the houses were new, the jobs were union, the hope was palpable.

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