current EXHIBITION
(Not an occasion)
HUNTER L V ELLIOTT
11.4.22-12.3.22
OPENING RECEPTION: FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 6-9 PM
Written on a brown paper bag of dried rose petals found in my childhood home, (Not An Occasion) sort of accidentally yet poignantly expresses a holistic approach to living. No one needs an excuse to collect rose petals. No one needs an excuse to “bring out the good stuff.” To be alive is to be lucky, but with an asterisk. To be alive is not to feel one distinct emotion, or one experience at a time, but rather a multitude of complex experiences and emotions simultaneously. Forced to live within a world full of complexity, it’s so easy to become overwhelmed and overstimulated. Senses dull. It takes work to not lose direction or energy when things become more than one bargained for.
After moving to Kentucky, being isolated in a new area coinciding with the first year of covid, nature became a place for me to regain those senses, and that peace. Ironically, the woods and fields I frequented have a very different, but relatable complexity. So much happens there. So much that the plants and insects I have grown to love are often hard to notice. But while in nature, when looking for life, I remind myself to wait, and watch and listen, and inevitably textures split apart, and I start seeing things move as tiny wonders reveal themselves.
Statements and information about individual pieces can be found at hunterlvelliott.com
HUNTER L V ELLIOTT
11.4.22-12.3.22
OPENING RECEPTION: FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 6-9 PM
Written on a brown paper bag of dried rose petals found in my childhood home, (Not An Occasion) sort of accidentally yet poignantly expresses a holistic approach to living. No one needs an excuse to collect rose petals. No one needs an excuse to “bring out the good stuff.” To be alive is to be lucky, but with an asterisk. To be alive is not to feel one distinct emotion, or one experience at a time, but rather a multitude of complex experiences and emotions simultaneously. Forced to live within a world full of complexity, it’s so easy to become overwhelmed and overstimulated. Senses dull. It takes work to not lose direction or energy when things become more than one bargained for.
After moving to Kentucky, being isolated in a new area coinciding with the first year of covid, nature became a place for me to regain those senses, and that peace. Ironically, the woods and fields I frequented have a very different, but relatable complexity. So much happens there. So much that the plants and insects I have grown to love are often hard to notice. But while in nature, when looking for life, I remind myself to wait, and watch and listen, and inevitably textures split apart, and I start seeing things move as tiny wonders reveal themselves.
Statements and information about individual pieces can be found at hunterlvelliott.com
