This exhibition solidifies many of the concordances that I’ve convinced myself are there, when I gaze upon sundry artifacts that all seem to speak the same, cyclical text.
Through a number of sculptural studies, scriptural buddies, and pictorial proddings, I gaze skyward, and then navel-ward, in an attempt to figure out the precise origins of the Biblical corpus.
The quest is audacious, the assertions are preposterous, and the conclusions are unabashedly ridiculous. Thankfully, the entire exercise amounts to little more than an art exhibition, and so the stakes remain low.
Toronto,
March 2024