Welcomed by a bizarre portrait of a person, at night, luminous from blurry fairy lights, you are then directed to a succession of rooms showing three short films. Nightly, haunted, lonely, a vacuum of darkness seemed ready to pour inside from the dark barracks windows. The haunted and equally haunting figure of the woman occupies the rooms within the films and of the gallery itself. They are all filled with her resignation to her loss of control. Be it ghosts or playful neighbours. Resigned, but not desperate, weak but not pitied, she occupies these rooms with dignity. The soundtrack shared the occupation of the rooms equally.
The rooms of the IMMA and the rooms within the films become one and the same. Simply crafted but with dreamy results, the covering of the gallery windows in dark film traps us in a wonderfully eerie perpetual twilight. I was so pleased to see a curation that enhances the experience and respects the subject without any cerebral games and snobbery.
And with that little thought, I softly made myself comfortable at the corner of each of the three rooms. Part of them. Slowly, starting to feel the pain and discomfort of the medical nails on the side of my leg.
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http://www.imma.ie/en/page_212402.htm
http://www.artbook.com/9781907020674.html
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