night and day
with
@j_aime
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I'd never heard of it
Forcing sheds of rhubarb growing rapidly in pure darkness, entirely from their stored energy. So eager, almost unnaturally lime green in their distortion.
They make an audible snapping noise as they unfurl.
Documentation of Jaime's research trip for a gallery commission gone awry ➿
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Jaime McCuaig:
Working with things that die or get eaten or composted feels like a way to rebel against the economy of art
This project began as a stunted fine art commission. The ask was for something that spoke to "distortion", which I now see clearly as a word that both summarizes a particular agricultural growing technique as well as the debate around the value of ephemeral art / ecology / local food systems.
When a spiritual return on investment was not enough to tip the project into funded production, I made the decision to go to the farm and visit the forcing sheds anyways. The rhubarb, the documentarian and me — all being willed out of winter dormancy in cavernous, warm and pitch dark rooms full of tubers and dirt.
@may__arida documenting my fascination and undoubtedly becoming fascinated herself.
It's all contagious and delicious and available for a short-time-only each spring to art collectors like you.
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