Lost and Safe
Work by Michael Samuels
Rescue Me, 2005. from his exhibition at the rokeby gallery
"Samuels’ hyper-real model environments offer us miniature utopias. These are places which promise a blissful escape, lulling us into reverie. However, these idealised desert islands offer a double-edged paradise... "
Remote and remove. 2006, Resin and mix media 120x60x120 cm
"On first site his enticing seascapes appear to present an idealized paradise, empty and quiet, tranquil and submissive the scenes appear to be ones set out for escapist pleasure though on closer inspection the rocky land masses actually suggest a darker and more mysterious world; " Save What you Can, 2005 "The seductive blue sea’s made up of layers of resin are initially gratifying yet Samuels is careful to leave the side of his worlds, which he presents on workbenches, raw; immediately the veneer of the sea jars with the reality of the materials and the commonplace apparatus from which they were conjured. Man’s quest for paradise is one for something unobtainable and contrived. " Left for dead. 2002. Resin and mix media 60x20x120 cm
Microscope. 2002. map, Pinpricks, lightbox, 80x80 cm
Bad Moon. 2003. table and electronics. 70x50x40 cm
via new blog of artist nathan abels - who's art is also to be viewed
got reminded of Island, one of the most beautiful/sad song that i know of King Crimson.
Lyrics by King Crimson (Fripp/Sinfield)
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.
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