ASBESTOS

Alexis Kanatsios, 'Temperament', installation view.

Installation view.

Installation view.

Alexis Kanatsios, Component, 2022-23. Foam, rubber, 155 x 80 x 72 cm.

Component, detail.

Alexis Kanatsios, Submission drawing (8), 2022. Pastel on tracing paper, wood, 45 x 6 x 6 cm.

Submission drawing (8), detail.

Alexis Kanatsios, Submission drawing (2), 2022. Pastel on tracing paper, wood, 45 x 6 x 6 cm.

Alexis Kanatsios, Submission drawing (1), 2022. Pastel on tracing paper, wood, 45 x 6 x 6 cm.

Alexis Kanatsios Submission drawing (3) 2022. Pastel on tracing paper, wood, 45 x 6 x 6 cm.

Component, detail.

Installation view.

Alexis Kanatsios, 'Temperament'.

11 - 27 Mar 2023

Trepanation is a surgical procedure wherein a hole is drilled into one’s skull, removing a small part of the unified surface of bone to raise one’s ‘brain blood volume’ through reduced pressure and increased oxygen flow; modern advocates for voluntary trepanation, though few, even purport a permanent psychedelic or spiritual effect.
Alexis and I talk about the violence of display, the way it severs a thing from its sentimental and causal relationships, so that it may approach nothing and in turn becoming beautiful again. A head of a sledgehammer is trepanned through the removal of its handle. Bereft of its capacity to be wielded, it lies in the centre of a large suspended platform, with its newfound cavity of uselessness bared, yet almost entirely eclipsed from view. I stand between walls and beneath floor and lean over, peering into the indented head, teetering on falling in. Drawings wrap around themselves to form containers, which hover at throat-height; their pink hues and scenes of expansive empty interiors, cardinal numeracy and romantic, looping forms soften a paranoid, latent threat of ritualised decapitation permeating the room.

Parts of objects form new wholes as they are suspended in a space otherwise perfectly unified, were it not for my standing outside of it, in a cavity to call my own. In this place, the codified pressures of interpretation exit my head, giving way to a witnessing: the violence of thing hurtling toward objecthood, which is to say becoming beautiful.

- Aden Miller