Thierry Dreyfus Exhibit at The Invisible Dog
Fri, Dec. 24, 9 p.m.: Come see the power of light and celebrate the opening of Thierry Drefus’ (Naked) Absence – (Blinding) Presence Exhibit at the Invisible Dog. This opening party is byob.
Light doesn’t have words. It does not speak intellectually.
It’s pure emotion. Thierry Dreyfus
Mirrors: Isn’t the silver aging of mirrors the reflection of the clouds themselves? … Looking out for oneself inside a mirror shouldn’t be about finding oneself but taking a step back to discover how others see us. What we truly look like.
Context: a dark room, sometimes plunged into darkness, sometimes lit up by a two-minute light cycle. Some lights are like experiences: what I see appears “true” because it’s bathed in light and reflect itself. But sometimes light can also erase, absorb or dissolve what one sees.
Photo Exhibition If one were always to say where, to describe the intent with which a picture was taken, to express via words or references what happened when it was shot, it would be like adding a glazed layer to a window display, that would blur the framed image and disrupt the image’s inner- silence.It would be like giving an additional and imperative meaning, like creating a misleading projection of what one knows, before even encountering the image. This intellectual idea of what might have happened ‘there’ adds up to replace or disrupt our initial sensation. It annihilates or crystallises our first feelings, comes as an unnecessary layer onto which we glue reassuring, commonly-shared or socially-acceptable meanings. If one stops intellectualizing an image, one can then judge it, feel it or live it like a self-portrait of the artist inside which one finds his own reflection. Just like a portrait, a landscape should offer the same kind of emotion that two loving eyes express, two dilated pupils share in silence, or what two mouth corners are about to say. Like a landscape, like an image, like… Just before / in front of the photo, I can touch a face; brush your eyelids with the palm of my hand. This sensation will always exist, but I shall not fix its shape, its shadow nor the vibration of this face into an image, after seizing it. It would be a rape.
Visit: Thurs. to Sat. from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m.
Sun. from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.
Tues. and Wed. by appointment only
The Invisible Dog Art Gallery
51 Bergen St.