Askia

Teeth and bones exposed, anonymous figures confront us with questions about their place and purpose. Individual identities are jammed into boxes that collectively form bricks used in the construction of something much larger. Insides become outsides and organic becomes geometic as a stream of consciousness manifests itself into layers of organized chaos. But how do these pieces fit together and why? Is this an attempt to contain and organize thoughts from some inner depth? Or are these erratic parts intentionally spewed out all over the floor and walls for someone else to make sense of?

The room immediately hurls its inquires forward without hesitation. I imagine the process of creation flowing from some inner maze of cognition to physical materialization as a hose with the water pressure so high it takes control of itself, spraying bits of information in every direction. But these bits, they understand one another and ask to be massed together so they can tell you what they are about. This is the way all things work if you think about it: pieces coming together to form structures, cultures, identities, and bodies. What is it that is being built here? Askia’s work may force more questions than it does answers, but it knows what it is talking about and begs for questions to be thrown right back.