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Maria Zahle “And Annika” at Arcade, London

I’ve just come out of the shower. After drying off, I’m now deciding on a shirt. Three possibilities: white, red stripes, and light blue. The striped shirt is missing a button; ok with a sweater on top, but it’s warm today so that’s out. White looks better with my jacket, plus it’s been ironed. But it’s a little boring. The blue shirt was washed yesterday and is still a bit damp, also a little wrinkled. Right now, the morning sun is falling on the shirt’s collar as it dries on the radiator. This creates two tones: a blue reminiscent of the sky on a sunny day, and a yellow-tinted hue that verges on green. I decide it’s dry enough and put it on.

After making coffee I go into the living room. Hanging in the doorframe are two pieces of fabric, sewn together on a seam that runs vertically.

This may or may not turn out to be finished work, so I enter the room carefully, trying not to rumple the fabric.

Early afternoon. It’s warm and I’m taking a break, looking out the window as a train rumbles past. I’m in Maria’s studio to help with making some crates. My sleeves are rolled up, and the shirt has gotten a little sweaty from work. There’s also a small coffee stain on the thin strip of the shirt’s front where the buttons are. The last time I was here, there were fewer sculptures, and they were arranged in a row. Now, they are clustered together, to make space.

It’s late evening and we’re both reading in bed. The blue shirt has been exchanged for a white t-shirt, and is currently lying on the floor. I’m too tired to put it away properly. As I read, my neck is becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Somewhere there’s an extra pillow, but it seems unlikely I’ll find it this late. I scoop up the blue shirt and put it behind my head as a substitute. This doesn’t really work, as the shirt is too formless and loose to make much of a difference on top of the pillow. I crumple the shirt into a ball and place it inside the pillowcase, on the far side of the pillow. There’s enough of a bulge on one side of the pillow to follow the curve of my neck, propping up my head as I continue to read.

– Jason Dungan

at Arcade Fine Arts, London

until May 12, 2012

Above – Dispenser (red mirror), 2012

Dispenser (orange rack), 2012

Dispenser (blue angles), 2012

Dispenser (pinkish triple), 2012

Dispenser (ochre spiral), 2012

Dispenser (yellow horn), 2012

Dispenser (green platform), 2012

Start Stop, 2012

Door (Kastelsvej 24), 2012

Door (Krusemyntegade 20), 2012

Courtesy of Arcade Fine Arts, London

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