Artist: Oa4s
Exhibition title: True butterfly
Venue: Chin’s Push, Los Angeles, US
Date: March 13 – 31, 2016
Photography: all images copyright and courtesy of the artist and Chin’s Push
A small hole of light appeared and I broke free from my cocoon not knowing who or what or where I was. I could feel my body had changed completely.
Flapping around the gallery, bumping into walls…the windows that look like exits: in here I fear no sudden gusts no radical uprisings of militias or sea levels. I can glide and fall as if nothing is on beyond these walls. All the while clutching to my frail, flowerpetal wings and my frail faith in their galeforce future. Hoping to feel my effect felt far away in time and space, echoing with history and chaos as its course.
I smack into this wall getting lost. Once a boat reaches a certain speed, the water becomes hard like marble. So I try again and this time the facade reveals itself as a hole, a site for more subtle matter. An autonomous interior, divided into an endless number of folds or disintegrated into curved movements, without the body ever dissolving. I’m awake to that I am elevated onto a subsequent stage. Shaking and sleeping here reminiscent of before.
My vision is omnivision: my compound eyes multiply a million times the condition in which I find myself. And each multiple is new and different and so crucial to assembling a semblance of a whole. Billions of tiny singlepoint eyes focus into the singlepoint vision of a singlepoint mind. Like the great Sun caught in a magnifying glass, focused into a laser beam, and aimed at an unsuspecting insect victim.
I flap and flap and when I land on people they ask themselves why it is I picked them. I flap.
