installation

Miami 2014

Posted by Charlotte Squire

Diana Lowenstein Gallery N. Miami Avenue venue for show The Visitors opening february 8th
First day of installation at Diana Lowenstein Gallery in Downtown Miami. The space is beautiful and a pleasure to work in. Strange Fruit lightstacks unpacked & provisionally set up.

Outside is 79degrees F

2 hanging pieces Pink Laogoon & Mid Pine Nights placed & hanging.

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Selected at Arte Laguna 7 by Diana Lowenstein Fine Art, Miami, DLFA offers a show as special gallery prize to Charlotte Squire’s Strange Fruit. The lightstacks travel to Miami together with two new light installations as The Visitors, opening February 14.

Sluice, The Dream Machine

Posted by Charlotte Squire

For Transition Gallery’s curated project Dream Machine at Sluice Art Fair
Charlotte Squire reimagines the dream sequence from Hitchcock’s Spellbound as a compact set piece that compresses black and white, light & shadow into Hitchcock’s ideal of making a film in the smallest possible space, in a reworking of Dali’s dream scene from Hitchcock’s Spellbound.

 

Hitchcock’s fascination with film making in the smallest possible space proposes the idea of a compact set piece that allows play with the Freidman argument of sculpture becoming no more than theatrical props against Judd’s ideas of specific objects.

 

The Dream Machine

Posted by Charlotte Squire

Transition Gallery Unit 25a Regent Studios, 8 Andrews Road, London E8 4QN

 

Sluice Art Fair – October 2013

 

The Dream Machine

 Kirsty Buchanan, Sarah Cleaver, Sarah Doyle, Paul Kindersley, Cathy Lomax, Alex Michon, Travis Riley, Alli Sharma, Corinna Spencer, Charlotte Squire, Mimei Thompson

 

‘Even though life isn’t black and white it often looks better that way.’

Barry Gifford

 

 Behind every starry silver screen performance there is a real person who has been sucked into the machinery, restyled and re-presented in a recreated environment as the hero or villain of our dreams. Since the early 20th century Hollywood has transformed these mere mortals into gods, stripping them of their skeleton-laden identities and grinding them out as perfect, plastic covered, star shaped deities. This machine of dreams is of course a charade, and the cinema is a place where nothing is as it seems, a place where the real is always mingled with the imagined.

The Dream Machine is a group show of nine artists who inspired by the black and white magic of early cinema, juxtapose the glamorous imagery, PR driven myths and dreamlike stage sets with the downbeat behind-the-scenes construction and all-too-frequent real life tragedy that is the reality of Hollywood’s dream machine. Because as Joan Crawford said ‘You manufacture toys, you can’t manufacture stars.’