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palace at 4p.m.

palace at 4p.m.

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Published by rosaireappel
Photographs from an afternoon in 2005....
Photographs from an afternoon in 2005....

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Published by: rosaireappel on Jan 02, 2011
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Rosaire Appel
The Palace at 4 p.m. (
At 4 p.m. the light gears up for a nal blast before dark. The feisty goldof the low-angle sun grazes glass blocks and simultaneously shootsthrough them. It’s a sharp melancholy light, decidedly old fashioned,drained of Kodak cheer. It’s amazing this light still exists in our over-il
luminated over-animated highrise moneyfun cities. But it does, for a fewminutes, linger. Dropping though layers of chimney smoke, the sun erectsshadows, doubling forms - unidentical twinnings proliferate. And then, intension - approaching climax - the whole show suddenly fades. The goldvanishes, is replaced by a cold intellectual sheen. Gestural shadows andfreelance replicas evaporate.Then the cold intellectual sheen disappears,gradually subsumed by dark.The palace - mind - at 4 p.m. is not engaged in inventing - which isdreaming - but plays among reections and shadows, its nal daylightstimulations before the onset of dark. The furnishings are spare, prosaic.Daylight, even the dregs of it, pacify the imagination by asserting what ishere. Unlike the stagnation surrounding high noon, the duration of 4 p.m.is brief. No time to wallow - look - and it’s gone.4 a.m. is entirely different. Time then is sunless, thus timeless. In Gia
cometti’s palace the mind’s deep imaginings are distilled, which is theessence of poetry. Keesler’s palace*, cinematic, is a mind reveling in itscache of material - applying its own energy to it, remixing and projectingnew shoots... until the sun rises and the juice is cut off.Darkness allows
what light won’t permit. Rosaire Appel
*Jon Kessler/ Palace at 4 a.m. at PS1, autumn 2005

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