Kartanya Maynard on Transmission Line
The exhibition gave off a neo-noir air that inspired the puzzle solver within me to try and figure out its secrets. Why mount a mask upon the wall and why did it almost stare at me? Why did I feel disturbed by a rocking chair? What was buried beneath all that dirt? I wasn’t successful in finding any answers but I do know how it made me feel. I have tried to convey my thoughts below:
Dark events create dark times, like a rock thrown out in the still water below.
You don’t know what lurks beneath the surface and how long the ripples will travel but there you are in the aftermath regardless. Darkness is a vicious creature strangling and engulfing every thing in its path, it doesn’t discriminate and it doesn’t always make its destruction clear. It comes in many forms, trauma, depression, rage. You could even call it by its basic definition, a lack of illumination or an absence of light.
The world has always cried for balance and, in the end, she’ll always come for payment. Looking at an object or person will always reveal the two moving side by side as if playing a game of cat and mouse. Darkness will always dominate when the stars out and light will overpower when the sun once again rises, but both are always present.
If this balance applies in the literal sense then why not in the personified? After unfortunate events dark times are sure to follow but eventually the light will return to you. It may not be as strong as before or it may take a while but it will come.
Although darkness for the most part is something people try to avoid it does have its seductive qualities that play to our natural human curiosity. We express it through art and music, through tales of dread and even through the toxic social media culture that has spread through our existence like a virus. How have you been seduced? I know you have, we all have in one way or another. Maybe you were a bully in school, maybe you’re obsessed with true crime or maybe you just like living on the line between madness and sanity. We chase darkness even from the safety of our living rooms with horror movie marathons, reaching out in the dark for a hand to hold when the axeman chops down the door. Addiction to the things that thrill is a dangerous delight indeed, a vein we’ll all pierce at least once in our lifetime.
We are capable of great things and we are capable of evil things. We are the duality of the deepest underworld and the most heavenly skies.
There was an energy in the room when I entered and it was one of calm. At times I felt disturbed by the layers presented but then relished in the beauty and precision of Matt’s work.
Kartanya Maynard is an emerging writer and poet born and raised in nipaluna, lutruwita. For the majority of her life she has focused on her music but in recent years she has expanded her arts practice. She hopes to create works that anyone can find a piece of themselves in.