In this place that is their own, that Cudahy calls “an expansiveness outside place and time,” which we could also call their psyche, their memory, or their personal history, they work at composing and recomposing the images and signs that inhabit this place. Although infinitely personal, it can become a common ground thanks to the dialogues created by the exhibition.

“It would be a lie if I didn’t state the past three years have existed often in a grayed familiarity, something akin to what the novelist Maria Stepanova refers to as ‘[…] the constant sense of the world as an apartment that has just been abandoned.’ There is a paranoia inflecting the mundane and the mundane flows excessively. The mind is where I have been. Not in a present way, but in the mediation of a past before a fracture and the anxious plotting of the future. The mind is a maze full of recently-abandoned rooms that resist exit. I think of a bored minotaur, alone in his labyrinth, daydreaming. [...]”
— Anthony Cudahy

“[...] I recently read that birds are more creative in their songs when it’s quiet. With this meandering in mind, I attempted to curate a show which assembles a group of artists, each of whom formally and emotionally push up against walls and structures. Some adorn the walls of the maze lovingly, others astral project their way out.”
— Anthony Cudahy