Comatosis exhibit,
Future Prospects, Marikina Shoe Expo, June 2006
The way two of Carlo Gernale's paintings were hung (picture on the right) encapsulates where they lay and sizzle. Uncannily the wall stares back at you unflinchingly thence you notice at the opposite corners of your eyes, the works, much later, much much later. A deft illustration how peripheral vision works.
Then there are the messy papers of Cos Zicarelli. I think he was more effective here (picture on the left) - messy but quite systematized but at times redundant for their text, literalness. Or was that just me? The walls beckon to be stared at even more.
Maybe it's the reality of their generation, maybe not. Maybe saying too much is not worth all the paint. Maybe repeating history is just repeating history for one's own ends. A slip of ye olde Juxtapoz poster boys?
