Naikoivanenko

Novermber 1 – 28, 2013

Vernissage Friday Nov 1 / 7 – 10pm

Naiko Tcherno-Ivanenko works on bringing to light the substance vested within flesh. INCARNATE, an LPM Gallery exhibition will present a selection of new, yet-to-be-seen paintings, center on the potential of the immaterial and invisible, testing their material limits as they become articulated in visual language.  These new paintings work on the notion of the invisible spirit as both actor and archive of sense experience.

The figures Naiko paints can therefore not be explained as 'bodies' in a traditional sense – they mold, adapt, and transform through space and in turn, become space. Naiko's works dream of breaking the divide of where 'self' begin and where 'self' ends, and ask how environments might become shaped by consciousness. Is 'environment' given through the presence of subject, or does the very notion of 'subject' become lost within it?

The self, in this imagined space, reaches beyond the spaces and structures that govern the body-limit. INCARNATE offers an affirmation that the physic body invariably seeks to transcend the material.

Our physical bodies, encased in flesh and directed through the axis of the body horizon – become the context upon which to begin. As given in brilliant colour, expansive figuration and dynamic composition – we find pleasure and reason in the excess. Accordingly, this space of excess is where artistic conventions break down: between the abstract versus the figure, the foreground versus the background, and the singular, delimited subject versus the lost fragment.

However paradoxically, Naiko's works map the space of soulful yet asymmetrical, fragmented 'otherness' through which to see beyond oneself. In this sense, viewers are tapped to use both an intellectual and emotional capacity to the search.

The imagined expansion or retracting of the self – to melt, drift or grow – is given through a natural impulse of the spirit. The desires and reponses that lead us to imagine outside of ourselves, however, operate so far from cultural proscriptions of normalcy, that we can just as easily forget we have them. The instinct becomes lost – and in attempt to recover it, we can only hope to find ourselves interrupted.
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Composed by Adam Barbu
Writer & Gallery Liason