Iβve been thinking a lot about context lately, about place...
β¦ππ πΌ ππππππ‘πππ ππ¦π πππ?
Marmoreum by Sarah Ujmaia had a powerful effect on me, one that can't be experienced through pictures.
Stepping into its hazy white space, I really felt the way it creates its own context.
Itβs a space made welcoming by its sensory experience: the chalky uneven tiles, some rough, some smooth, that all shift under your weight a little as you walk, making these playful and satisfying πππππ-ππππππ in response.
(It taps into something childish, from the past.)
The room is a sketch, it gives you something, but only vaguely; enough that you fill out the rest in your imagination. It hints at other places; town squares and cobblestone streets, somewhere far away, but also here.
It's a nowhere space.
Rough and smooth, handmade and earthy, conceptual and heavenly.
A space for the dislocated, for those of us who are not anywhere.
You step in, you make it real.
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Go further:
https://gertrude.org.au/exhibition/sarah-ujmaia-marmoreum