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Autumn Casey, Agalma

Hunter Braithwaite

Half of Autumn Casey's Elysian Fields, 2014. 9.5" x 11" framed photo.

Primary Projects
September 6 – October 24, 2014

Agalma begins near the end. In the project gallery, a video called “Elysian Fields” features an elderly woman siting in a chair in the middle of a field, shoulders bare, flowers in her close-cropped hair, singing to Frank Sinatra. She is the artist’s grandmother: former showgirl, current Alzheimer’s patient. Nowadays, she’s only truly herself when she hears the songs of her youth. She emotes, she puckers her lips, she still has beautiful eyes. Sometimes the lyrics flood back. Sometimes she forgets them and you see frustration come across her face like a curtain. Through it all Casey’s camera stays close, shifts in and out of focus, heaving.

The piece overpowers. To watch it is to watch the mind swim back to the shore of youth, and almost make it. Go see it. Sometime after the 16-minute run time, you’ll come to, exhausted, realizing that what you’ve been watching has repeated itself. Then you’ll get up and leave. Just out of the room, you see an old portrait of that same woman, beautiful and crisp in that mid-century way. Which one is the shadow of which?

Install 1

Installation View. Photo courtesy Zach Balber

In the main gallery, you’ll find several photos and assemblages that subtly guide the viewer through the space. I’ve said before that the new Primary’s huge white walls are a blessing and a curse, but Casey isn’t intimidated. The eye and the mind jump between pieces, picking out narrative arcs and rhyming materials. Most of the pieces contain items from Casey’s life: a Halloween mask, fake strawberries, a taxidermied sailfish. She salvaged some, others were given to her. (Is this the origin of the exhibition’s title, Agalma, an ancient Greek term for a gift or offering to the gods?)

After the sheer force of the video, these sculptures, many of which seem stuck together with Nicorette, take a moment to shine. The materials list reads like a game of exquisite corpse between John Waters and Divine, and the flims-and-gunk ratio approaches that of Rachel Harrison and Iza Genzken. But it’s just as unfair to consider these works derivative as to say that suburban lives are derivative. Similar doesn’t mean same. Casey brings enough to this swap-shop formalism to come away with something that is hers alone. She owns these materials because they are hers, reflecting back not only on the narratives established in the show, but those that compose her life and the lives of her friends and family.

Dad - Roaches and a Guitar

Autumn Casey, Roach Rainbow, 2014. Original photograph of artist’s father, sewn roaches.

I left still vibrating from the video, but also quite impressed by the objects—how they reached back and forward at the same time. Sometimes, people are bound by their name. Don’t forget that Kierkegaard is the Danish word for churchyard. Does that explain the philosopher’s religious anxiety? Does this artist’s first name suggest how she captures the light and youth of summer, and the creeping dread of winter?