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      Dawn Revette
      
      Artist's Statemant 
      CARGO
      SERIES
      
       
      Cargo.
      Weighty, anonymous, masses of consumable goods. A voluminous
      
       
      presence
      that fails to fill the absence in which it is placed.
      
       
      Shipping
      lanes. Highways. Storage yards. Gateways through which material
      
       
      goods
      in their anonymous phase leave or enter our lives; portals through
      
       
      space
      and time for Things. Solidity. Gravity. "Needs".
      
       
      I
      see in these portals stillborn opportunities. I see what was here, before
      the
      
       
      cargo
      and the promises. I see a mirage of material goods preening with
      
       
      seductive
      poise. I see what cargo cannot replace. I see the potential for
      
       
      change.
      
       
      These
      sites speak to me of how anonymous consumption fragments our
      
       
      society
      within itself and divides us from the environment. Stained wood
      
       
      reveals
      an absence of nature that this ingestion of goods creates. To me it is
      
       
      an
      absence that screams. Yet these goods pass as unbranded cargo
      
       
      through
      quiet ports, sleepy highways, and placid storage fields. These
      
       
      places
      stand as silent memorials to what we have sacrificed in order to
      
       
      achieve
      the cargo we so fanatically pursue. For me these are peaceful
      
       
      places.
      Like cemeteries, or morgues. Tranquil, beautiful, and tragic.
      
       
      I
      paint the images because for me paint best conveys the beauty that I feel
      
       
      in
      the anxious desolation of these locations. With paint I can better
      recreate
      
       
      the
      subtle fusion of fascination and pain that I experience when standing
      
       
      there.
      I can freeze the highway's silent roar, and touch the solitude.
      
      
       
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