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the plumb, Toronto, Spring 2024
Organized by Erica Stocking, Ella Dawn McGeough, and Amanda Boulos, the exhibition unfolded over the space of both exhibition and event series to ask:
What forms (in their many forms) do beds make it possible to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings does a drowsy mind follow? What conventions undo themselves when lying prone, released from the vertical βIββthe upright standing I, the individual I, the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else; when we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass, or soft sand, where we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we are already hugging the earth, settled by gravityβs pull, dreaming the world into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations and perceptions? What possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and around us?
the plumb, Toronto, Spring 2024
Organized by Erica Stocking, Ella Dawn McGeough, and Amanda Boulos, the exhibition unfolded over the space of both exhibition and event series to ask:
What forms (in their many forms) do beds make it possible to imagine? What grows from their fertile soil? What weird wanderings does a drowsy mind follow? What conventions undo themselves when lying prone, released from the vertical βIββthe upright standing I, the individual I, the restless I, the I who scans the horizon in search of somewhere else; when we are in a hammock, a burrow, a mat in the corner, some warm patch of grass, or soft sand, where we cannot be blown down by the storms of history because we are already hugging the earth, settled by gravityβs pull, dreaming the world into existence. What then? What thoughts? What emotions? What sensations and perceptions? What possibilities? What strange affinities nestle into and around us?
