
Delaine Le Bas - Paradise Found
DELAINE LE BAS
PARADISE FOUND
8 November 2008 - 7 February 2009
Opening 8 November 2008
“Fed and feeding brains about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in my mind’s darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.”
James Joyce, Ulysses, 1922
The God of Eden saw disaster in the Fall, the awakening of the beings he had created. For those beings it was their punishment, the expulsion from the Garden, that actualised the change. The glade of lyres and fruits and lulling sleep is lost, guarded by the cherub with its lion body, head of man and flaming sword. In place of the Garden there would be the scattered domicile, each with its four frenetic walls of childbirth, relationship, activity and death; a diaspora clogged by claustrophobia.
Within these walls Delaine Le Bas works, roofed by the long shadow of Eden, the gazes of spies seduced at the threading of new gardens, seething at them. A womb of dolls will populate the stage, a weaving of different tendrils shade them; light and sky and bird preciously stitched to the world, charms and lucky numbers cast, some hemmed in tight to seal the second world against expulsion by the “miasma of a rotting God” .
The underworld colludes in the project. Skulls are embraced as helms and emblems by the fabric children, masked and dressed in frills that match their own gauze skins, machined gifts of maternal layers, guarding and pretty. The doll wields powers here. Lurking among beds and tents, its dark eyes and sunken cheeks like the toucan-nosed quack of the plague, it stalks the wicked. And the ambiguities are frightening to Hell. The masked ones might be hero, phantom, human with animal mother’s mask, a knowing puppet suckling the wild in fenced confines. Even the belted tormentors of Dante and Bosch will run from them, chased out of their element by peachy faces decked in leather and skulls.
The dragon scales of darker places are rent and scattered, made sequins on the backs and wings of gaudy new species. Begetting, remembering, listening to each other’s whispering antennae, they are the soldiers and the nurses of Le Bas’ work, a conspiracy of parts rejected for their uselessness, irrelevance or evil, changed and quickened by living stitches loving colour, clutter, seeing paradise encrusted on the off-cast and the found.
Delaine Le Bas has exhibited in the First Roma Pavilion PARADISE LOST at the 2007 Venice Biennale, and in a solo exhibition at Galerie Giti Nourbakhsch, Berlin, in 2008. PARADISE FOUND is her first solo exhibition at Galleria Sonia Rosso.
Damian James Le Bas, 2008
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