Aly Aitken - THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF THINGS THAT ARE LOST
"There is an odd beauty at play here. Scary as they may be, these figures are rendered with a maternal care and affection. To be sure, they are freaks and mutants, hideously disfigured and wounded, but they evoke a strange and wonderous empathy...
Of these works, the artist herself states that: “This body of work is an attempt to make solid the howl of despair at the last conscious moment; the sucker punch of certainty before every atom of identity is reduced to the golem-lookalike. Many of the figures are no more than invisible husks, grey silhouettes wheeled noiselessly into a dusty corner to face the wall. Some embody the attempt to recollect all-the-lost-things; others, a fright-mask version of childhood, or the laughable lipstick smudges of Mr. Potato Head’s fluid grasp of reality. All have my lumpen concrete feet; all are precisely 151cm tall. We are The Hollow Men… This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang but a whimper.”...
To be sure, this is a hospital ward of the damned, and its Chief Surgeon is David Lynch at his most excessive. But each patient clearly has a personality, an individual loss and each deserves a home. One thing is certain – you, the viewer, will remember them – for they are truly unforgettable."
Dr. Ashley Crawford
10AM - 5PM DAILY
Image credit: ‘Howl' by Aly Aitken