New Hands on Old World Flowers is a reflection on time spent living far away. In a series of paintings, photographs, artist books, ceramic vessels, videos, and performance, Lauren Moya Ford shares a place where rain falls most of the year on eucalyptus forests, craggy coastlines, and people who speak two tongues. Doomed romance, botanical observations, and moments alone flavor the poignancy of being foreign – an experience of being outside but also, at times, intimately within. Not knowing the ground beneath your feet, which soaks up the wet and damp like a sponge, looking out past the islands towards the space and sky over where you’re from, existing in two places, having two names, thinking, speaking, hearing, talking, listening, dreaming.
Following the opening reception, the exhibitions will run until August 13.
New Hands on Old World Flowers is a reflection on time spent living far away. In a series of paintings, photographs, artist books, ceramic vessels, videos, and performance, Lauren Moya Ford shares a place where rain falls most of the year on eucalyptus forests, craggy coastlines, and people who speak two tongues. Doomed romance, botanical observations, and moments alone flavor the poignancy of being foreign – an experience of being outside but also, at times, intimately within. Not knowing the ground beneath your feet, which soaks up the wet and damp like a sponge, looking out past the islands towards the space and sky over where you’re from, existing in two places, having two names, thinking, speaking, hearing, talking, listening, dreaming.
Following the opening reception, the exhibitions will run until August 13.
New Hands on Old World Flowers is a reflection on time spent living far away. In a series of paintings, photographs, artist books, ceramic vessels, videos, and performance, Lauren Moya Ford shares a place where rain falls most of the year on eucalyptus forests, craggy coastlines, and people who speak two tongues. Doomed romance, botanical observations, and moments alone flavor the poignancy of being foreign – an experience of being outside but also, at times, intimately within. Not knowing the ground beneath your feet, which soaks up the wet and damp like a sponge, looking out past the islands towards the space and sky over where you’re from, existing in two places, having two names, thinking, speaking, hearing, talking, listening, dreaming.
Following the opening reception, the exhibitions will run until August 13.