Holly Anderson

Installation of Twin Suns and One pm Vanishing Point, 2022, STABLE Gallery, image courtesy Bridie Gillman

Installation of Vanishing Point, 2022, STABLE Gallery, image courtesy Bridie Gillman

Installation of 80 km in Vanishing Point, 2022, STABLE Gallery, image courtesy Bridie Gillman

“What happens when two suns are fighting for space, and their rays of light intersect?” she asked casually, her phone lit up with a studio image of Twin Suns as the four of us stood together outside STABLE. I scribbled the quote down hurriedly, my mind reeling with a spaghetti string of metaphysical and metaphorical afterthoughts ... Only later did I understand Anderson is a body intellectual. It was exactly a week later, and I was sitting on my awful OfficeWorks chair in my pajamas, staring once again at the digital image of Twin Suns. Drawing on some kind of cellular memory bank, I suddenly embodied one of Anderson’s sunbathers, my tanned body in perfect parallel with the sky. Feet firmly rooted in sand or the banks of a boggy reservoir, I imagined sunrays flooding my cone receptors, eyelashes still so saturated with swim water that refractive globules enacted a private vision of two suns colliding before my eyes. Disoriented, in my mind I blinked, water running down my temples." - Read the full accompanying essay by Alice Rezende here.