Mixed Blessings
Towards Gallery•Oct 10, 2024 — Nov 16, 2024
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Towards is pleased to present Mixed Blessings, an exhibition of recent paintings by Sophia Lapres. An exhibition text by greta hamilton appears below. –
The starlink is my favourite constellation
Ursa Major, he says, pointing to the sky, and I feel his breath ripple across the trampoline as it swells and recesses beneath us. The cool mesh against our backs, we watch airplanes and satellites drift through the dark. My boyfriend points out the constellations named by Greek astronomers, Ursa Minor, Andromeda. An ancient cultural inheritance mapped onto the sky. These stars, with weather systems and moons and their own gravity, share the abyss with our technology. How futile, I think, the mingling of human desire with the unfathomable largeness of the cosmos. My boyfriend runs his hand across my stomach where my t-shirt is bunched. The hair on my arm stiffens. A shooting star, I blurt. Our heads turn to follow it. Several white...More
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Mixed Blessings
Towards Gallery•Oct 10, 2024 — Nov 16, 2024
Press release
Towards is pleased to present Mixed Blessings, an exhibition of recent paintings by Sophia Lapres. An exhibition text by greta hamilton appears below. –
The starlink is my favourite constellation
Ursa Major, he says, pointing to the sky, and I feel his breath ripple across the trampoline as it swells and recesses beneath us. The cool mesh against our backs, we watch airplanes and satellites drift through the dark. My boyfriend points out the constellations named by Greek astronomers, Ursa Minor, Andromeda. An ancient cultural inheritance mapped onto the sky. These stars, with weather systems and moons and their own gravity, share the abyss with our technology. How futile, I think, the mingling of human desire with the unfathomable largeness of the cosmos. My boyfriend runs his hand across my stomach where my t-shirt is bunched. The hair on my arm stiffens. A shooting star, I blurt. Our heads turn to follow it. Several white...More