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One sequence from this poetically structured tape could be isolated as a visual motto: an exhibition in a gallery shows Rorschach inkblots on snow-white walls. The nineteenth century knew that much beauty lay hidden behind psychiatric complaints and now, using modern aids, that can be exhibited otherwise than in desiccated case reports. Accompanied by touching cello music, or ominous silence, these etherial depictions acquire a Morandi-like quality. His frozen paintings of several pots and bottles find here their video counterpart in slowly rising shreds of clouds or contours of people who are gradually filled in to produce a wedding photo. Morandi’s disturbingly beautiful pastel colouring is just as tangibly metamorphosed into light iridescent colours which give an everyday family walk in freshly fallen snow the allure of a masterful winter landscape from the art of Japanese prints. Just like Morandi, Rankus succeeds in transforming his commonplace images (a glass pot with budded twigs, a shrunken apple, broken vases behind a clouded window) into a transporting elegy on the passage of time.
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Erik Daams
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Editing Edward Rankus, Ken Leshin, Music Bob Snyder and the Bad Strings, Thanks to D.L. Bean, Richard Mandeberg
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