WHAT YOU SEIZE IS WHAT YOU REGRETS

OPENS SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 27. OPEN UNTIL JANUARY

NEW ARTWORK BY JASON DUBLANKO AND CAITLIN SIAN RICHARDS

Improvised weapons are often used by guerrillas, insurgents, and criminals where conventional weapons may be unavailable. Such weapons vary in sophistication from simple sharpened sticks, to petrol bombs and home made napalm. Karl Paltunnil, an influential and prolific artist himself, is of the opinion that both Jason Dublanko and Caitlin Sian Richards approach their artwork as such. 

Fish G., local guru and SEE magazine historian, has quoted, "(Jason's) style of drawing is part Jean-Michel Basquait, part Tony Baker, fun and childlike in execution, full of Crayola colour and wonder." 

Caitlin uses drawing to search through torn up thoughts, black outs, roof chatter, accumulations of found images, and discarded histories.  Her figures are assembled from old drawings, scraped away landscapes, and bandaged over paint spills.

Philosophically, improvisation often focuses on bringing one's personal awareness "into the moment," and on developing a profound understanding for the action one is doing. The simple act of speaking requires a good deal of improvisation because the mind is addressing its own thought and creating its unrehearsed delivery. Thus mumblingly, and often using found objects, acrylics and oils, brushes, pens, wood, glue, and scraps of drawings in a collage of picture and personal letter, Jason Dublanko and Caitlin Sian Richards create their weapons of dialogue; their pictures of a thousand words.

In our art, the images and writing feed off of each other to capture a feeling outside of conventional form and function; a style without boundary / of endless experimentation. We are working together because we have yet to collaborate and are curious as to what our combined efforts might yield. Caitlin was in an amazing show with Tim Rechner at the Ortona Gallery in 2009 and the work that was shown there has stuck fresh in my mind all this time. It is our hope to achieve the magnitude of that show, with a barrage of images too plentiful and too interesting to take in with just one viewing.

sincerely, jason & caitlin

the bracket

It's been awhile since I felt the crouched dragon visit. She was a pathetic curved spine. Matter comprised from my ribcage. She took much of it. The feeling of being shielded, protected that when I lay on my back I had to cover my belly with my hands. She feeds off of me as much as I think I need to protect her. She crouches in my gut and knocks on my chest. I do not want to face her, she makes me afraid of the contents. Sometimes the pain gathers toward the moon. I let her out once for a night walk. We paced around the block until the car sounds drove her inside. I thought she was my reflection. She was skeletal and shadows capping over eyes. Now that I step back I can hear that she can be free. She is really a dragon with folded wings. Dragons are a source of power. If she leaps out into the sky she can turn transparent or convert to an element like fire or water. She is invincible. Inadvertently a sort of structure that made up my own spine. I thought I'd collapse without her. Now I can live without her and she becomes more than mumbling slothing motions. She could even have been a tree animating my limbs. I stretch my arms out and feel the spaces and their silence. I feel a breath that cools the loud racing summer night.