Kingdom of Haven Bernie Mc Adam Flax Gallery at Theatre at the Mill, Newtownabbey.
In those moments where consciousness emerges, the soothing touch of the cool texture of a white sheet offers solace and refuge, the curtain to the threshold of the day, deferring engagement with inevitable routine. The gently folding swathes of cotton enfold limbs, its soothing texture arousing the resurgence of long forgotten childhood sensations of care, warmth and reassurance. Yet the duality of purpose of this mantle evokes unsettling imagery summoning a daunting prescience of the final slow and silent settling of the winding sheet.
A scintilla of the essence of the reverie lingers long into the day initiating profound oneiric experiences. In the home, an intimate space in which to consider these wisps of presence is key to recapturing the story, revelling in the luxuriance of daydreaming, sometimes finding solace in meditation of what is and what was. Places where familiar textural patterns adorn the walls and thwart notions of bedlam, affording some level of comfort and security, facilitating imagined control over one’s fate, it’s warm familiarity eliciting a nostalgic journey in a realm of tranquility.
The Kingdom of Haven, that tiny principality of being and place that fosters our intimate relationship between ourselves and the world, where nostalgia and reverie nestle side by side, where dreaming now is displaced by the allure of repetition, the scourge of surveillance, the incessant encroachment on quiet, solitary domains by the glare of ice cold artic blue.