Mon, 1 December 2008
Unique among many art galleries, The Soap Factory curates its shows almost completely from work submitted to us by artists. Forming exhibitions from artists’ submissions is a distinct, but largely unrecognized curatorial skill that favors organizing principles over any sort of pre-conceived curatorial thesis.
For Nothing at The End of The Lane the organizing principle is that of fantasy. The artists in this show explore the gallery as a laboratory, a vehicle for fantastic environments, where the imaginings of artist and audience can be played out in full. Nothing at The End of The Lane suggests that the gallery is a place in which the conceivable, is the creatable; where idealized worlds, falsified through their creation, can be critiqued by their very existence. Fittingly, the title itself, Nothing at the End of The Lane is a found phrase, evoking nothing more than ‘title-ness,’ as well as a disarming sense of childlike dislocation. It poses the question: how do we react to a fairytale that does not conclude with a happy ending, or does not conclude at all, but merely continues with the mild sense of disappointment with which we all live our lives?