"the search"
jazon lazarus (american, b. 1975)
andew rafacz gallery, chicago, il
september 2011
http://jasonlazarus.com
www.andrewrafacz.com
First it is nothing.
Just a set of white stairs in the middle of a gallery and nothing else.
Then it is a ziggurat, a pyramid, out of place and leading to a dead-end roof.
Everyone is obsessively, competitively and curiously climbing its narrow, high steps to go to the top. To a place that seems as if there is no point to go to but hitting your head to the short ceiling and having to come back down.
Then, some people disappear.
Where is he? looking around, inside the gallery, outside the gallery, around the pyramid.
Searching...
: He is 'inside'.
The white urban machu picchu, the inside-out triangle, is like a kiva. It has a belly and is alive inside. Viewers can take a straight down vertical ladder, that is hard to spot first, from the top and climb down to its sanctuary. A place where other participants are sitting across and scribbling in big black books, titled 'the search'.
Jason Lazarus' piece - masterpiece invigorates such a fantastic change of planes, from searching to finding, from exterior to interior, and from black hole to home, that you feel full, achieved, grounded.
You have arrived.
I change planes. From the sophisticated, intellectual and gallery hopping adult, I become the stair climbing giggling child in a playground, poetically disoriented. I sit in the hole of the kiva next to him. He writes about losing his grandmother earlier that week. I draw lines from the deep cove, away from the surface, from the crowd. We are peaceful and grounded.
Changing planes. What life should be about. A constant change of states. From adult to child, from serious to playful, from silly to professional, from real to fictitious, from dream to consciousness, from abstract to concrete. The lines between the states losing color, becoming lighter and softer, blending the planes as the search for balance ends.
jazon lazarus (american, b. 1975)
andew rafacz gallery, chicago, il
september 2011
http://jasonlazarus.com
www.andrewrafacz.com
image: (c) Andrew Rafacz Gallery, Chicago
First it is nothing.
Just a set of white stairs in the middle of a gallery and nothing else.
Then it is a ziggurat, a pyramid, out of place and leading to a dead-end roof.
Everyone is obsessively, competitively and curiously climbing its narrow, high steps to go to the top. To a place that seems as if there is no point to go to but hitting your head to the short ceiling and having to come back down.
Then, some people disappear.
Where is he? looking around, inside the gallery, outside the gallery, around the pyramid.
Searching...
: He is 'inside'.
The white urban machu picchu, the inside-out triangle, is like a kiva. It has a belly and is alive inside. Viewers can take a straight down vertical ladder, that is hard to spot first, from the top and climb down to its sanctuary. A place where other participants are sitting across and scribbling in big black books, titled 'the search'.
Jason Lazarus' piece - masterpiece invigorates such a fantastic change of planes, from searching to finding, from exterior to interior, and from black hole to home, that you feel full, achieved, grounded.
You have arrived.
I change planes. From the sophisticated, intellectual and gallery hopping adult, I become the stair climbing giggling child in a playground, poetically disoriented. I sit in the hole of the kiva next to him. He writes about losing his grandmother earlier that week. I draw lines from the deep cove, away from the surface, from the crowd. We are peaceful and grounded.
Changing planes. What life should be about. A constant change of states. From adult to child, from serious to playful, from silly to professional, from real to fictitious, from dream to consciousness, from abstract to concrete. The lines between the states losing color, becoming lighter and softer, blending the planes as the search for balance ends.
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