IF WE CAN BEND OUR SIGHT TO THE CURVATURE OF THE EARTH, WE WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO SEE THE BACK OF OUR OWN HEAD

Henry Gunderson
November 14–December 19, 2020

IF WE CAN BEND OUR SIGHT TO THE CURVATURE OF THE EARTH, WE WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO SEE THE BACK OF OUR OWN HEAD

Henry Gunderson
November 14–December 19, 2020

As I gaze onto the horizon I contemplate the vastness of my blind spot. No rear view mirror is big enough to give me perspective. Not to mention the deception of mirrors when objects are closer than they appear and the smoke pours out of the tailpipe into my eyes. I don’t trust mirrors.

Gunderson’s pictures have always loitered boldly in my peripheral when I am trying to keep my eyes on the super highway of consciousness. It’s true that your peripheral vision is stronger in the dark. Like billboards passing in the night Gunderson’s pictures singe my psyche. I put the car cigarette lighter to my forehead to make the pain real.

Gunderson’s pictures you can trust. If only I could see the back of my own head I would get the full picture, I tell myself. I’m late to a meeting in the financial district. The sales team pitches me a new vacuum cleaner. Henry Sux. Henry literally sucks the drunken mess of abstract expressionism off of my living room wall. I’ll take it. I’m a sucker for long limbed business fashions and the team looks sharp, a retrofuturism powered by the latest technologies. They crunch the data and exploit my insecurities. Who can blame them.

God sits in the lobby reading a copy of Scientific American as if it were a tabloid gossip magazine detailing his own personal affairs. The scientist just a pesky paparazzi with a camera and flash firing.

I sit at my desk I am surrounded by useful objects. The potential of these forms overwhelms me and I leave my body momentarily. A ball is not made of ball it is made of rubber. A door stop is not made of door stop it is made of plastic. A lock box is not made of a lock or a box it is made of metal. A paperweight is not made of paperweight it is made of stone etc. Imposters of the physical plane. If only I could distinguish between appearance and reality maybe I could get a grip on Gunderson, where he’s coming from, what’s making him tick.

I get butterflies in my stomach and questions fill my mind as I drift to sleep but there is one thing I can be sure of, that yesterday is tomorrow’s today again and I know that the difference between a dream and a nightmare is a judgment.

Water McBeer, November 2020

Henry Gunderson (born 1990 in San Francisco, California) lives and works in New York. Gunderson received his BFA from the San Francisco Art Institute. He has had solo exhibitions at Loyal (Stockholm), Derek Eller (New York), Castiglioni (Milan), Carl Kostyal (London), 247365 (New York), and Ever Gold (San Francisco). He has exhibited in group exhibitions including James Fuentes (New York), Deitch Projects (New York), Regina Rex (New York), Jessica Silverman (San Francisco), Loyal (Stockholm).

This is Henry Gunderson’s second solo exhibition with Loyal.

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