Alexandra Noel | “Three, Four” @ Derosia


    Antenna Space is pleased to announce Alexandra Noel’s solo exhibition Three, Four at Derosia. The exhibition will open on September 8, 2022 and last until October 9, 2022.

    I don’t think of these paintings as miniature. They are not small versions of bigger, more real paintings. They are their own. They are Morse code from far away and they make you get close to something small without being able to zoom in. They are, as we are, controlled by math.

    I don’t think of these paintings as scenes. They are reliquaries, holding the remains of something. They are smog, clouds made up of what happens on earth, where a single blue dot could be the moon or a drop of rain, and a single white line could be a cloud or a spider’s web. They make you look up to and down at things.

    I don’t think of these paintings as symbols. They are me needing to see a familiar thing again for the first time. They are hieroglyphs not of physical things but afterimages of afterimages of afterimages, and so on and so on.

    I don’t think of these paintings as surreal. They are bouillon cubes gradually unfolding in someone’s mouth, in a cup of water, in a puddle on the street, in a vast ocean, or on a planet that has no water.

    I think about the number four. And things that are on all fours, how they exist and move about. Things like tables, as places to eat or as shelters from earthquakes and shooters, as gum receptacles. And things like horses, or a man pretending to be a horse with a child on his back or a woman looking for lost jewelry on the floor.

    I think about when one of the four is taken away, when tilts happen, when horizon lines change, when my front door won’t close anymore, and my paintbrush rolls off the table because the foundation of my place is sinking on one side.

    I’ve been thinking about the moment I realized I had been painting on uneven land this whole time. Like the moment your eye has become so sharp you can get a measurement nearly exact without a tool. Like the moment you lose your sense of taste and realize you’ve been eating objects this whole time.

    I’ve also been thinking about the number three. Three is the charm. Three is a holy number. The father, the son and the holy ghost. Is four us? This will be my third show with Elyse and Eric. I turn thirty-three this month. My nephew turns four a week after this show opens. This is a moment between three and four.

    I’ve been thinking about the number four, and the next and the next. And the last before the last.

    When a four-legged table loses one leg, there doesn’t seem to be a point to its existence anymore. But when a table can stand on two legs, it is miraculous.

    –Alexandra Noel, 2022

    Text and images courtesy of the artist and Derosia, New York.

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