-ALGIAS AND PHANTASMS 2025
Artemisia Gallery
Veisalgia, Persephone GhostsFuture NostalgiaInternal WorkingsMyalgiaSolastalgiaWarmth
Winter MoonMedusaSpring, DentalgiaEmptyingDawn, DuskNot IHoldingA. Syncytial Cleavage - F. Adult
“In ‘Algias and Phantasms’ at Artemisia Gallery, Eugenie Gullifer-Laurie stitches together the remnants of a life lived, felt, and remembered—collaging personal history with mythology, the body with the mind, the past with futuresthat have not yet come to pass 🌼
The works are intimate, almost like opening a long-forgotten drawer of keepsakes—old photographs, pressed flowers that once held scent, paper, string—each material holds memory in its own way, bearing traces of touch, of presence, of something once alive. It’s a delicate archaeology of selfhood, where both literal and emotional sustenance emerge through the compositions—lentils laid in quiet ritualistic rows, offerings of nourishment and care.
Each work, framed in black, holds fragments in flux—faces vanish, figures dissolve, objects waver between presence and absence. Classical statues linger like echoes, while recurring hands reach, grasp, or surrender to time.‘Future Nostalgia’ plays with time itself—a childhood photograph embedded within layers of texture, two small figures standing against sunlit grass, thick with yellow-green hues. The details are sharp, yet the essence feels distant, as if recalled through the haze of a dream. They stand still, yet the moment feels in motion, stretched by diagonal shadows that extend beyond the frame. Their faces are obscured—covered by a single pressed yellow flower in an act of protection, erasure, or perhaps an offering to the past, an acknowledgment that identity is always shifting. Lavender buds and cut-out figures float weightlessly—a reminder that memory, too, is slippery, never static, always just out of reach 🪻
In ‘Veisalgia, Persephone’, a pomegranate, red as longing, presses against an expanse of blue—a colour that could be deep water, or the vastness of forgetting. A skull-like form emerges, its presence ghostly, half-seen. Nearby, rows of lentils—an echo of ancient rituals, of sustenance offered to the departed.
There is a deeply tender mourning—a celebration on how we carry our histories within us: in the body, the mind, and the spaces we once inhabited ✿” –Scarlet Thomas @luminosa.artsscene
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