黑料不打烊

Sensory experiences stay with us, in memory and matter, for indeterminate periods of time. What might otherwise be considered as a mundane sight, commonplace object, or expected experience鈥攂elonging to childhood, quotidian rite or one鈥檚 sentimental education鈥攕omehow lingers in our consciousness only to slowly, eventually, alter the way in which we perceive the world. Such things, like bites of the Proustian madeleine, first loves, and frights, certain stories, and visions, i.e., stuff caught in the net, often in the periphery of immediate experience, gradually come to reveal a location at the more unlocatable ends of the mind鈥攏ot only as memories or recurring thoughts, nor as mere impressions, resurfacing with indifference in the line of thought, but in more transformative experience of the interruptive return: past sights irrupting in mind as insight.

In Kiki Furlan鈥檚 Living Rooms, coin-operated attractions recalled and re-sourced from shopping malls, or other familiar non-sites, like airports, grocery stores, or gas stations are returned from memory鈥檚 mist to the exhibition space, dislocated from their 鈥榩roper鈥� place, function, and use-value, into a context that asks us to re-consider such insights. To twist the meaning of the ride鈥檚 inner meaning in the pure fun of homonymic association, viewers are drawn inside the site that grants new life to what鈥檚 in sight鈥攐n view: namely, the mind, as scripted site, per the attraction. And so, as a kind of 鈥渓iving鈥� room, a space alive with all kinds of uncanny forms, reconstituted from the 鈥渞eal鈥� as material thoughts, in desire鈥檚 momentum, the force of the imagination.