Behind The Stage. Review of Julie Schenkelberg Bad Blood @ Asya Geisberg Gallery.

Julie Schenkelberg had her goal accomplished, I think, it is memory, her own turned into the artifact that pulls you into questioning of how we connect to it. How we try to survive the obscurities of the real world driven to the obscurity of art. You also can't but enjoy the degree of narcissistic self-love in the pieces of insignificant material value brought together on a monumental scale to immortalize symbols of past memories.
A visually rough treatment provokes the question how this is different from the things that we throw away every day as not wanted, not useful. This balances heavily on a sense of loss.

Memory pieces stocked up together... some pieces seemed deliberately missing uneven odd but fit just right in a large ensemble of things. Someone says it's brilliant, others -- it's an absolute delusion. Some would say anything nowadays ignite critical engine.
To me this is an interesting reminder of ab ex. Julie's ambition "to paint" in the chosen media is a stoic daring stance to impress with her strong monumental approach that manifests recent tendency of male-female symbiosis in visual art.

Glimpsing to see the future in the "crystal ball" may be startling for the creator. She faces the truth with calm wisdom, inspired to bring order out of chaos, will create chaos out of order. Her will to create is stronger then fear of limitations and unknown. The future is in the process of being formed not jelled enough to be fully predicted and interpreted.