geometric challenge

Throwback Thursday!

In 2005, we opened Zoe Keramea: Geometry of Paradox, featuring two- and three-dimensional works on paper by the under-recognized New York-based artist. The exhibition reflected Keramea’s sense of delight in visual challenges as she invited viewers to involve themselves in the mental “unfolding” of the work. The drawings she produced for the exhibition used deceptively simple motifs, such as lines, knots, and geometrical shapes, to challenge spatial conventions.

Keramea has been exploring enfolded surfaces through sculpture, printmaking, drawing, and ceramics. Her work is deeply rooted in the history of geometrical figuration as a system of both logical and metaphorical thought. For the artist, geometry proposes an array of conceptual potentialities with internal logics that are available to be analyzed, recontextualized and turned inside out or upside down. Although lines have strong cultural associations for Keramea (she was born in Athens and raised in an environment full of shipping lines and fishing nets), the lines in her art function as conceptual problems. For her, lines not only reflect the path between two points, but are elements project space, define context and imply volume.

Images:

Knots II, IV, VI, VIII, X, 1990. Zoetype, each 7” x 40“

Spikey Moebius, 2002. Paper and thread, 8” x 8”” x 4 ½”

Noutilus Antecedent, 1998. Graphite on paper, each 7 ½” x 7 ½” 

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