Guerrero Gallery has two amazing shows up right now, one by Maria Guzmán Capron titled Forgotten Intruders, and another by Hillary Pecis titled Familiar Views. Read on below to see some of the exhibited work and to read Guerrero Gallery's description of each artist's new work.
Maria Guzmán Capron's Forgotten Intruders
"The staircase leads up to an attic. The walls are painted an old sea mist color. The space is open, sparse, with a few pieces of furniture scattered around, including some mismatched chairs. Some of them spent most of their lives outside on a patio. There is no bed or couch. A worn out kitchen cabinet rests awkwardly in the space. This is an attic where things get stored and lost, an improvised guest room." - Maria Guzmán Capron
The attic–that strange and often forgotten space, where dust accumulates with years of neglect and boxes of items that have ceased to serve their daily functions lie dormant. Perhaps due to that strange remove from daily life or the general role served as the keepsake of forgotten objects and distant memories, the attic has become a ripe space for the imagination, embroiled in everything from lighthearted fantasy to abject terror. It’s within the attic that we lose control as the logic and intentions of the space make themselves known to those seeking, or those who simply stumble upon the space, and it’s within this context that Maria Guzmán Capron’s latest exhibition takes shape.
Maria A. Guzmán Capron, Atrapada y Peluda, 2018.
Fabric, thread, wire, wood, stuffing, batting and spray paint, 20.75 x 16 x 16 in.
In the refuge of the attic, Capron’s figures can stretch their limbs, fully at peace to luxuriate in their own obscurity becoming static once again as an intrepid viewer climbs the stairs to the gallery’s upstairs space. Much like the clumsy array of furniture strewn about the attic, the artist’s highly idiosyncratic figures, realized in textile, wood, painted embellishment and various other materials lovingly embrace the language of contrast and difference. They’re difficult, defiant and deeply individualistic, exuding personality yet briskly reminding the casual viewer that they are the ones who reign over the attic space and not the other way around. Some grace the walls while others sit atop and within the various pieces of discarded furniture that have found their way up to this forgotten place, a place that has long since lost control to the whims of its new inhabitants.