An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape.
An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape. Yet it is the light, the breeze, the ocean, and the otherworldly expanses of the Pacific that send the viewer spiraling around, like some strange, otherworldly, and far-off creature out of a childs handbook. The stillness of the landscape, the sensual passage of time, the beauty of the landscape, and the mysterious beauty of the foliage and canopies make the experience of the trip a delightfully magical one.And yet, the journey is not so much an adventure as it is a voyage through the ungraspable depths of the mind, which is where the trip begins. And in this journey we come upon the very landscapes that make up the domain of the unconscious mind. In this place of the unconscious mind, dreams and nightmares are the stuff of dreams and nightmares, and it is only upon waking up in the morning that we are able to take them in. The journeys are not only mental but also physical: we are surrounded by a dazzling, dark, and mysterious landscape of wonder, of mystery and danger. This is the domain of the unconscious mind. It is the place where dreams and nightmares are most difficult to shake off. It is also the place where dreams and nightmares are most interesting, and where they can be most haunting.The journey begins in the forest, where the mountain is the only source of illumination. It is the only place where the light of night is most intense, and it is the mountain that makes the trip even more enchanting. It is the only place where dreams and nightmares can be most memorable, where they become the most human. In this forest the light is all there is, and it is the light that gives the journey its mysterious intensity. In the mountains and valleys it is the landscape of dreams, and it is the landscape that gives the journey its magical intensity. In this place of the unconscious mind, dreams and nightmares can be most powerful.
An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape. While such a task can be done by simply walking around, there are dangers that accrue from stepping too close. If you have ever wandered into a forest or mountain landscape, you know just how dangerous the place can be. And in fact, there are signs that the environment has become even more so, with the onset of the Anthropocene and the advent of nonhuman creatures. The world is becoming more like ourselves, as evidenced by our increasingly invasive species of biotechnology and the growing technology industry. It is no wonder that the region is experiencing a renaissance of interest in the natural world.For this exhibition, the artist and curator Bruno Leix, a Spanish artist living in Paris, turned his attention to this landscape. A small group of his paintings and sculptures appeared in the gallery, but there were also two works that made use of the natural environment as a source for sculpture. One was a large, green sculpture, in which a living tree has been cut out and placed on top of the tree. The other work, a large black oil painting, was a small, black-and-white, ornamental, and almost abstract oil painting. Here, the tree had been placed in the center of the painting, like a giant computer keypad. The keypad was in turn replaced by a piece of steel, which appeared to be the key to unlocking the whole sculpture. Leix has long been interested in the relationship between the natural and the technological, and he has always sought to engage with the political aspects of both. The artist has worked as an activist in the local community of La Cuna, on the outskirts of Madrid, since 1999. In La Cuna, he has also become involved with the local art scene, as well as with the local ecological community. In this exhibition, he sought to achieve a balance between the two.The sculptures and paintings were simple and direct, almost like sketches.
An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape. In one particularly wonderful and enigmatic landscape, a cluster of tree trunks and a pair of serpentine forms dominate the landscape like the double-bunked nesting pairs in a Jekyll and Hyde. The setting is a stretch of rolling, grassy grassland in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. The trees are small, and all have the same height; it seems as if the landscape has been transformed into a kind of vertical garden. In the foreground, a pair of large, beautiful flamingos—a testament to the continuing vitality of this land—stand for the eternal feminine. In the background, the trunks are a sort of geological red herring, as if the landscape were being gorgesized. These giant, lustrous forms seem to inhabit an eerily alive landscape, and they are about as far away from the earth as you can get. The landscape is alive, but the flora and fauna are all but gone. A single tree stands alone, standing in the middle of the landscape, waiting for its prey. It is a strangely moving sight, a poignant symbol of the fragility of life. The tree, which is in fact a dead tree, stands in a dark landscape, but one that has been transformed into a deadly weapon. This is a very symbolic and poetic landscape, with a lot of little signs and symbols for life and death. The tree is a great symbol of innocence, a fairy-tale creature in a dangerous place, and it is a symbol of hope. It is a reminder that hope is a natural part of the human condition, and one that we can use to take a chance. It is a symbol of a kind of hope that is often a sign of the most hopeless times. It is a sign of a hopefulness that is often a sign of the most hopeful times, and one that is often a sign of the most hopeless times.
An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape. In the midst of this raucous and exotic amoebic landscape, the geomorphic system of the works is perhaps most suggestive. There are no pure or perfect forms here, but rather a variety of irregular, often twisted and twisted forms. The shapes are carefully considered and arranged in space. The organic shapes are rounded and pointed, and the crisscrossing lines and irregular, overlapping lines are at times almost unintelligible. The color is usually a mix of black, white, and gray; a few of the works are painted over with a glaze of paint that looks like it could be an expression of unbridled wild excitement.The more recognizable of the two groups of works are The Metamorphosis and The Tree, both of which are characterized by a sense of direct, beautiful movement. The Metamorphosis is the most imposing, and is perhaps the most daunting. This piece, like many of the others, involves a great deal of physical exertion. The force of gravity is made manifest, and the space within the canopic jars, which is located on the floor of the gallery, is literally transformed. The Metamorphosis is a sort of cave of the mind, and the viewer must imagine that the mind itself is trapped in the jars. The physical exertion that has been required to move the jars into the space is an experience of physical wholeness.The Tree is the most lyrical and lyrical of the two works. Here the force of gravity is lessened by the more subtle manipulations of the forms. In The Metamorphosis the wooden forms are arranged in a series of vertical, horizontal, and diagonal lines. The lines start out small, but grow larger as the viewer approaches them. The forms that are established are large, and they are composed of many discrete shapes and forms, some of which are in fact very familiar.
An important thing to remember about this part of the Middenground, dear reader, is that the sights and sounds, while awe-inspiring for sure, are also your greatest enemy. This region is infamous for the array of "geological lunacy" that comprises the natural terrain. Here, the land twists and turns everywhere you look: hills, valleys, mountains, karsts, mesas, arches, cliffs, bluffs, gorges, tunnels, canyons, pits, and vast cave networks are what makes up the forest, most of which seemingly stacked on top of each other. Navigating the boggling lands of the Moorich would be a difficult task all of its own, but then one must also factor in the disorientation of trying to traverse the dense foliage and canopies that cover the landscape. The viewer is often left to contemplate the sheer expanses of the land, but is also required to recognize the tiny figures that populate the landscape. These are not the faces of a poster child but the rounded, glowing silhouettes of the forest. And the faces of the people who make up the region, the people of the land—a land that is not so much a place as a world—are the same ones that inhabit the space of the world.The names of the places are a very personal take on the region, but they are also a reflection of the people who live there. In fact, there are more names than there are inhabitants, and each one is named a unique name in the pantheon of names that is repeated in the names of all the places. This is not a place that one would want to visit, and yet the people who live there are often, and with the help of the structures that surround it, able to communicate with each other in the most ordinary and ordinary ways. It is an absolutely mesmerizing experience, but one that demands a certain amount of appreciation. This is something we rarely do in a museum. It is not a pleasurable experience, but it is a necessary one.The only work that was given the honor of being on display was a small piece of wall. It was very simple, but also very beautiful. It consisted of two pieces of white wood, one on top of the other, about two and a half feet long, and held together by two small nails. The two pieces of wood were made of very thin wood that was broken very carefully. The nail that held them together was also very carefully worked, and had a very delicate, delicate, almost feminine quality to it. The wall of the gallery was covered with the same thin wood, but it was covered with very thick, over-wrought, and rough-edged branches.
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