Image: Ruth Eckland


The exhibition explores what it is to lose something, someone, some direction and some sense of self. But is it so bad to be a flaneur, flaneuse, in wanderlust, in terra incognita, a nomad, a shaman, a drifter?

A fantastic array of international artists come together in one space to find lucidity in that loss. Through various retrieval methodologies the artists explore navigational strategies, emotional celibacy, memories, reinvention, survival skills and escapism. Work exhibited include film, animation, photography, installations, drawings, paintings and sculpture to keep hold of old ties, retrace steps and to experience the joy of retrieval.

The exhibition asks the audience how we find clarity and closure when the subject has ceased. It allows the artists to answer how the unforeseen is evitable not calculated or measured because ultimately our possessions may have disappeared but we are still here.

Image: Ellen Jantzen

Douglas McCulloh

Los Angeles, California USA


Archival pigment prints on sheer fabric
Three pieces 40 cm wide x 1.625 meters high (the height of my mother)

My mother died by slow degrees. Her disappearance—first her memory and eventually herself—took about a year-and-a-half. I was with her every day, or almost every day. I tried to be a decent human. “It is the little we can do,” wrote poet Charles Bukowski, “this small bravery of knowledge.” Each piece is the height of my mother. Each short text is 89 words long, one word for each year of her life.