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After a year of total attention, her photography will be featured in Andrake’s first solo show which opens this Sunday at Middle St. Gallery.
The photographs that will hang at Middle St. for the next month are not a travelogue of Morocco or a collection of snapshots. Andrake challenges the perceptions with her work.
We think we’re looking at a towering sand dune, a giant of the desert photographed in the Middle East or Ansel Adams’s American South West. But with a closer look we see individual grains of sand. It’s not a distant shot of tall dunes but a close up of a ripple in the beach at Assateaque.
In addition to playing perceptual tricks, she teases with textures. We reach out to touch a close-up of an algae covered pond, expecting to feel the nubs and bumps of an oil splattered heavily with paint. She fills the camera’s eye with a foreground of a pine grove, cutting short the towering trees to emphasize the prickly blanket of dead brown needles.
While her large (20’X24’) cibachrome prints emphasize texture and perceptual concepts, her small Polaroid still lifes bring to mind Oriental art melded with the seemingly irrational
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