The title of Melissa J Harvey’s exhibition series at Our Neon Foe gallery, Possibilities, is an apt one.
The series will rotate through four installations over the course of a month and in the first rotation, each piece brings up myriad associations.
Large pressed fibre sheets zigzag down the wall and invite the eye to play with interpretations. From one side: industrial metal unfolding in rust and decay. From another: pristine slices of seabed; sandy ridges under clear water, caught between sunlight and shadow.
Pinned on the walls, tiny white squiggles map intricate neighbourhoods around deep black squares, with distinct suburbs marked out in shimmering gold. The first impression is that of looking down on a lit-up city through a plane window, the second is to suddenly be lost in a delicate, magnified tracery of leaf veins.
The works appear on these scales, either miniscule or vastly distant, but the process of creation connects them on a very human level. Harvey uses discarded clothing and domestic textiles to make the works, shredding and snipping old cotton fabrics into small squares, removing fastenings and fittings along the way. The fabric scraps are then fed into a Hollander milling machine, beating down the fibres into a pulp that can be pressed into thickly textured, paperlike sheets, or sprayed like render from a hopper spray gun.
A set of images from the exhibition captures moments from this part of the artmaking: photographic prints of a bubbling monochrome bath where the fabric is washed of residual dyes and detergents. Harvey’s addition of glinting gold-leafed beads rising up from the boiling mass could be artificial elements being separated away from the pure cotton, or might represent the richness that emerges, through art, from refuse.
Another photographic print from the set appears to be a giant lone tree in silhouette against the aurora borealis. This luminous, wheeling sky is revealed as a blurred instant from the same fabric wash; the tree as a single bush leaf stripped back to its fragile architecture.
The whole collection is alive with textured surface and layers of detail – a supremely satisfying juxtaposition of metallic gold with rough natural fibres, and geometric shapes that interrupt organic lines. The urban/rural tension is strongly present, with works that could equally evoke the speckle-spray of city graffiti, or the spatter of rain on a corrugated roof.
As this is only the first in the four-part series, the following installations will no doubt bring further possibilities for the viewer. These works hold potent and haunting space, like maps of galaxies, or the shapes that drift behind your eyelids when you hold your face to the sun.
Written by Holly Bennett