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View: Friday 31 May, 6-9.30pm
Floodlight (Saturday night at the Sports
25.5 cm, 12 x 10 in
Pareidolia (pron.: parr-i-DOH-lee-a) is a
psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus
(often an image or sound) being perceived as significant.
Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in
clouds, the man in the moon or the Moon rabbit, and hearing
hidden messages on records when played in
Postcards from Pareidolia is an
installation of raw sensorial paintings presenting a
‘storyboard’ of the artist’s rural living. Selective memories,
true stories and ancient histories bind together the passage
Each piece worked to an exacting sense, whether it
be touch, smell or sound. Seeing nothing, but sensing
everything. Within the setting of an unforgiving yet beautiful
landscape, the work looks towards its inhabitants and ponders
over their curious ‘frontier mentality‘. Big spaces breeding
secrets, cultivating strange habits and lawlessness - the art
of getting away with the 'stuff' that you can’t do
41 x 51
cm, 16 x 20 in
Ufo spotting, moonshine, night skies, and space
rock are just a few of the random and fleeting selections that
build a bigger picture.
From the artist‘s notes:
Many of the paintings are interiors - looking out,
looking in. Weather bound. Long, dark stormy winter months,
the gloom, the heaviness weighing on the mind. Cheap
interiors, fake wood formica, plastic tables, floral wall
paper. Harsh fluorescent lighting. Beige. Cheap and
Miles from no-where, pitch black outside, looking
from an entrance, the excited anticipation of the night ahead.
Bright, twinkly lights, on and off, a sound check, a warm
fuzzy glow of a fun-filled night. The mismatch of space rock
in a disused chapel, the jarring flittering acrid lights in a
stoned out room. Transparent and roughly addressed, a fuzzy
memory of an impending urgency.
40.5 cm, 12 x 16 in
A mystery pondered, a curiosity. I never understood
why many homes had a dead house plant in pride of place. On a
sideboard, mantlepiece, coffee table, the poor thing becomes a
surrogate ashtray, nicotine dead. A gooey pot, a couple of
dead plant strands in blue - memories of a Virgin Mary
porcelain. Hope from the ashes.
The street I grew up. Neat, concrete, grey. Even
the sea as the streets’ background is grey. Concrete gardens,
manicured shrubbery, never stood a chance. Except for my
parents’ conifer. It’s making a break out.
Stone Magic ( Marshes) 2013
40.5 cm, 10 x 16 in
The Preseli Hills -a location of stone age
significance, an errie, barren place, steeped with mysticsm,
hangs its heavy past in a deafened silence. I don’t like going
there. But intrigued with its importance - a major trading
route from the coast inland, a motorway for stone-age
travellers. The unique blue stone, only found in this part of
the world, yet dragged hundreds of miles to be part of the
Stonehenge monuments. I paint a path through an obstacle
course of marsh, shrubbery and rock.
These are my postcards.
Rachel Busby grew up in West Wales, and after an
extended time living in London has now returned there.
Rachel studied at Winchester School of Art and at the Akademie
Der Bildenden Kunst in Vienna. She is the founding co-director
of re-title.com. This will be her first solo exhibition since
returning to live in Wales.
Globe ( tools I ), 2013
25.5 cm, 12 x 10 in
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