RUSSNA KAUR: I Thik The Kracdil wil et Sme and No Bute witse sme a gin.



I Thik The Kracdil wil et Sme and No Bute witse sme a gin.
Opening reception: Sept 11, 2021, 12-5 p.m.
Exhibition: Sept 11 – Oct 16, 2021

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Wil Aballe Art Projects | WAAP
1129 East Hastings St.
Vancouver, BC V6A 1S3

Hours: Tu – Sat, 12-5

I Thik The Kracdil wil et Sme and No Bute witse sme a gin.
(I think the crocodile will eat me and nobody will see me again.) 

Remember the beautiful eight-faced faces?

So charged,
held together
going from one to another. 

Their paths of destruction rarely spiral.
Innocent like crushed waves.

Heat flow, flew back.
An unusually bright sign – do you see the sign?
What if it disappeared? Would anyone notice? 

Forced to speed,
forced to rise,
wind would whirl ways.
Four ways,
line inside a time.
Rocks and knots.
Caught in shock.

Above the striking hour, the peaks set in.
We fall back
set BACK again.
With dust between nails, cracks and hats, snacks sweet smacks.

Forced to speed, forced to rise – what is the shape of a small balloon?

Three ways
can not,
and not,
or not. 

The glow is so far away, it cannot be heard. It cannot be heard, the glow is so far away!
The dust that was once life flows down the stream, it cannot be heard.

FLASHED belief,
it reaches up with destructive effects.
Finding it might cut right through, it might separate.
It is not necessary in two ways.
Such exactness is neither

The shortest route between points
with high time
crosses at any moment.
A knot.

Irregular sunsets – differences in time
exist highest in the sky.
Exist in mirrors and speech. 

One way, as often as desired (pit of desire, dark grey or black)
It is kept spinning – almost always equal
and set in motion.
Used in stoney space, scorched and blown down…a great fall.

Their own magnetic accident.

That feeling of being surrounded comes alive in many ways.
Is something missed?
To wear a face you still have –
Is something missed, after it is no longer visible
for a while…? 

Once inside it comes alive.
How they played striking colour would be shown
a fresh shattered vibrancy,
a broken vase shattered into many pieces. 

Still here,
in a place that can be found.
Still here,
all back, time away
to reflect memory.
Shattered freedom pushes
blue life
intimate and intense
of space and shadowy feelings.
Blue vivid.
Moody still.

Their own magnetic accident.

RUSSNA KAUR (b. 1991) is an artist living and working in Vancouver, Canada. Selected solo exhibitions include Suddenly her lips sharpened – it was splendid at BAF, Vancouver (2020); Veil of Tears at Trapp Projects in Vancouver (2019); and She was there for a while… at The Fort Gallery in Langley (2019). Selected group exhibitions include at Gordon Smith Gallery of Canadian Art (2022, upcoming); Holding a line in your hand at Kamloops Art Gallery (2021); Keep for Old Memoirs at Young Space Spring 2020 Online, curated with Celine Mo of VICTORI+MO Gallery in New York, NY (2020); Leaning Out of Windows at Emily Carr University of Art + Design (2020); and the heart is the origin of your worldview at Art Toronto with Cooper Cole (2019). Her image is currently on display outside the Frye Art Museum, Seattle (2021) as part of the Boren Banner Series.

Kaur was also granted the Centrum Emerging Artist Residency in Port Townsend, WA (2020). Her work is a part of several collections including the Audain Art Museum and Vancouver Art Gallery. In 2020, Kaur was awarded an IDEA Art Award which placed her work in the permanent collection at the Vancouver General Hospital and the UBC Hospital Foundation. She holds an MFA from Emily Carr University of Art + Design (2019), and an BA (Honours) with a studio specialization from the University of Waterloo (2013).