Did someone just get kidnapped, or is this an example of what physicists call entanglement? Who knew such unassuming objects appearing and disappearing could create such a drama. The viewer’s brow tense with concentrated anticipation. ![]() One piece may go poof and reappear in a little while next to something else, or maybe never appear again. With the magic of video editing, pieces suddenly pop in and out of existence, creating a slightly different composition with each editing cut. This constant picking up and putting back is essentially the 20 minutes long video piece. The arrangement thus shifts slightly, hardly noticeable, and continues shifting one cleaning day after another, one friend’s exploratory hands after another. The pedestals could be an archipelago, a small group of islands with colored and differently shaped things that washed in from the sea, and the wind blew them around and around to end up where they are now, curios.Īnd taking a walk on these island shores, kicking around at your feet, these shaped and color things, maybe they are sea shells, or sand smoothed pebbles, perhaps pieces of coral, but most definitely flotsam and jetsam telling tales of their long transformative voyage through the ocean waves, when a glint of something catches your eye and you pick it up, examine it, drop it in your pocket, take it home, place it on a shelf, or window sill, or the end table, alongside all the other odds and ends that have been collected from here and there over the years, and now together they all are, in the same time and space, more or less coexisting, little islands in of themselves.Ī friend comes and visits and they might admire your collection, picks one up, studies it, puts it back, but not quite the same spot or orientation or maybe it’s cleaning day, and the objects are lifted one by one, dusted and put back, and again, not all returned to the exact same position. Ry McCullough, Themes for the American Kestrel, installation view. There are three pedestals composed in the middle of the floor, each covered with little objects, some with oddly familiar shapes, like Claes Oldenburg’s monumental sculptures that more or less resemble everyday things, except these are in sizes that can easily fit inside a coat pocket there’s a video showing the same stuff in a smaller, but ever-changing grouping, the setting like a photographer’s studio there are framed mixed media works hung on the wall, each depicting a landscape with a scattering of these objects and finally there’re two small shelves, each with a rectangular box made delicately from Japanese paper, sitting on a greenish felt, like architectural models of some basic structural forms. ![]() Pausing at the entrance, taking in what is in front of me, many things come to mind when walking into at the School of Visual and Performing Arts on the Ybor City campus and encountering the works of Ry McCullough.
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