Friday, September 9, 6 - 8pm
Saturday, October 15, 4pm
September 9 - October 23, 2016
A brochure with an essay
by Jessica Holmes accompanies the exhibition.
Ye Harvest From the Eleven-Page Letter, Installation
Ye Harvest From the Eleven-Page Letter
They Settle (Benshaanand)
They Settle (Benshaanand) detail
The artist would like to thank the Foundation for Contemporary Arts Emergency Grant for their generous financial support of this exhibition. Past support from the Pollock-Krasner Grant, the Fine Arts Work Center, the McDowell Colony, Women’s Studio Workshop and the Rockefeller Foundation was also vital to the production of the exhibition.
Golnar Adili’s Language Landscapes
Physical manifestation of the written word is a primary concern for artist Golnar Adili. There are reasons for this. Adili was born in the United States but had returned with her parents to their native Iran by the time she was four years old. Her mother and father were part of the Iranian intelligentsia, and were compelled to come home by the promise of the 1979 revolution. However, when the Islamic Republic of Iran assumed control of the country in the wake of the shah’s overthrow, many public intellectuals were then silenced through harassment, imprisonment, torture, and exile. Adili’s outspoken father, Mohammad Reza Adili, was forced to flee Iran, escaping first to Madrid by way of Kurdistan and Turkey via horseback, and then on to the United States by plane. His wife and daughter, unable to secure safe passage out of Iran, stayed behind, and thus began Adili’s protracted separation from her cherished father. Though she was able to see him for occasional periods of time throughout her childhood, the two remained apart until Adili returned to the United States to attend college. The reunion was relatively short-lived however; Mohammad Reza Adili passed away in 2002, his life claimed by an aggressive cancer.
Left to his only child was an archive of a life. Adili found herself with a trove of letters (both copies of letters her father sent to others and original letters that he received), writings, and other documents. The papers were remarkably preserved and annotated. “He never burnt them, he never discarded them,” Adili notes. “He knew that these were eventually going to be seen by me.” Much of the artist’s work has its foundation in these papers, one reason why it is capable of provoking such exquisite emotion. There is a gossamer quality to many of her drawings, which is not to say they are insubstantial, but rather spectral—the ghosts of her history continually pass through. This delicacy also suggests the fleeting nature that is so often characteristic of the stuff of our lives—handwriting, relationships, love. Her work is imbued with a sense of longing.
“It’s really exciting for me to turn language into something spatial,” Adili says, and by doing so, she grounds fugitive words in tangible objects with such assurance that it is unsurprising to learn that she has a background in architecture. Many of her drawings also comprise three-dimensional elements that push “drawing” to its outer limits, like the centerpiece of the present show, Ye Harvest from the Eleven Page Letter (2016), and its accompanying spatial study. In this work, Adili has taken a letter from her father’s archive—a passionate missive written to a lover late in his life—and extracted from it every ye, one of the few vowels in the Persian alphabet. Ye is also the alphabet’s terminal letter, which imbues it with a certain finality, yet its form is receptive, the shape suggesting a little spoon. In Adili’s print, every ye in her father’s letter has been extracted and transferred to the page in the same chronological order as it appears in the original. The “belly” of each ye contains the word in the letter from which it was excised, creating a sort of redaction of the primary source. Then, with Japanese paper and cardboard Adili enlarged each ye and affixed each individual letter to a dowel structure, keeping the same proportion of space between them that existed in the letter. Adili also considered line in building the structure, and each ye rises or falls in relation to the ones that come before and after it, just as a line of handwriting naturally rises and falls according to the hand making the marks. Sprawling across their given terrain, her construction suggests a sea of cresting ye’s.
In seeking to establish lasting roots, Adili also frequently looks to the body as a source of the substantial, returning often to the image of the chest. “My chest is tight,” is a Persian expression used to convey a sense of longing. In the small but exquisite A Thousand Pages of Chest in a Thousand Pages of Mirror (2015), Adili has indeed captured and preserved the emotion. Many of her works are inspired by Persian poetry, and the title of this one derives from a two-line poem by the contemporary Iranian poet Yadollah Royayee, which reads in its entirety:
It is Adili’s certainty in this truth that longing can never be overcome but can be grappled with that makes her art so compelling. Her multifarious and imaginative output makes the viewer curious about how she’ll next approach the ever-constant presence of grief, or how she’ll keep it at bay. It makes us believe that perhaps our own private sadnesses might be assuaged, or at the very least contended with. Adili’s work is sometimes a bandage, and sometimes a salve, and sometimes a wound left open to the fresh air. It is clean linens on a downy bed, but a bed you might take to in order to nurse an injury, or mend a broken heart. Above all, it is a human landscape, one that embraces and accepts both despair and possibility.