Can You Feel Me Under Here by Angela Zammarelli and Buildings & Grounds by Hannah Brookman

Buildings & Grounds
Hannah Brookman

I paint from observation, never from memory or photographs. My use of color is inspired by sunlight and vibrating boundaries, mixed to create vibrant internal harmonies rather than accurate color relationships. An interest in pattern brings pulsating repetition and a gestural hand keeps the images loose and impressionistic. These paintings come from times of peace and joy, generated by the act of painting in my chosen landscape, and the delight in creation of this inhabited world drives the work forward. All painted on location and most often in one sitting, my paintings are a reflection of my chosen surroundings and a marathon in meditation, with the process outweighing the outcome.

Can You Feel Me Under Here
Angela Zammarelli

I can’t tell you exactly what is going on today. I am reaching into the murky water and hoping to not be poisoned by cyanobacteria blooms.
My busy hands could stand to take a moment to wash my face.
My busy mouth could rest a minute from whatever it is doing, I lost track.
Welcome whole-heartedly into this space.
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Can You Feel Me Under Here is a mix of prints and dioramas exploring touch, ambivalence, humor, and the unseen. The setting is domestic but expansive.
I lay on the floor a lot and observe how the table leg touches the floor. I spend a lot of time down low. My materials are gathered from daily occurrences. Be it scraps from jobs or picking through free piles on a walk, I look to some level of chance curating, thriftiness, ecological concerns, and the community of people I am a part of to inform my work and material choices.
Most of the prints in this show are made using discarded food and beverage cartons as the matrix for printing. The circles of wood used in the block prints were the burners of my children's old play kitchen. Inside the tent, the arm came from my parents’ broken Bigfoot statue, and the hair is my father’s. My neighbor saves me all of her toilet paper wrappers. My brother’s new girlfriend, who I haven’t met in person yet, mailed me a box of floral fabric. Do you need to know this? Probably not. But for some reason it is important to me. There is something there that is beyond just me and my experience that I want to share with you, I just can’t tell you.