Cathlyn Newell - Concrete Ghosts: Curfew
“Curfew provokes the loss of a larger space to fleeting apparitions of darkness and memory.
Simply, the work is the ghosting of a darkened window, made of the strange and violent spatial lines embedded with candlewicks burnt away and trailing smoke true to the term curfew (rooted in the French term, literally to cover the fire).
Fleeting and vanishing (both physically and in memory), the line work is a dance between the fewest lines that can be trusted, and the imagination projected onto a darkened reality.
Its implications and threat of vanishing is the unknown reality, one that seems familiar, though always unfamiliar. Curfew remains something that is there among us, but anxious, fleeting, and aggressive, though even frightened in and of its own being.”
Wanting romance but being terrible at it.