Pop, plants, pathogens and petri dishes. These are just some of the visual associations that find their way into the rich complexities of Lisa Vlaemminck's undulating painterly universe. Inclusive of forms often recognisable, although slightly skewed from the familiar, Vlaemminck's paintings provide glimpses into trippy recherché regions from the microscopic to the interstellar, as well as the amorphous spaces in between.
In worlds without gravity, vivid shapes hover in metabolic stasis. Contained at the boundary of their distinctly sharp borders, these forms are comprised of complex patterns that offer illusionary depth as well as perceptual flatness. Pulling from conventional visual vocabularies of painting tropes, still life subjects such as potted plants or bowls of fruit offer an armature for images to be built out from, remixed and re-encountered under new eccentric parameters. Brushwork often takes on the semblance of vases, vials, flutes, beakers, and decanters forming post-modern amoebae that dance across the surface. In these works definitions between signifier and signified become as equally viscous as the embryotic fluid that casts them in a kind of suspended animation. The semi-translucent membranes of alien flora frame multitudinous layers of under painting, offering vignettes into the atomic structure of the composition: florescent molecules comprised of individual gradient brushstrokes.
In extending this intense visual cosmos, kitsch symbols decadently push the perimeter into semblances of our own tangible reality. Extending into ornate bricolage, iridescent acrylic boxes house glittering drugstore drag made from shimmering fools gold holding plastic diamonds placed into embellished assemblage. Like living fossils from a future past, the tawdry stuff of cheap glamour extrude alternative dimensions into delightfully gaudy three-dimensional reliefs. Caught equally between the camp signifiers of plastic hybrids and cybernetic organisms, vitrine like compositions encase an artistic freedom void of aesthetic limits, while simultaneously embalming objects that will never decay.
Plastic roses blossom into blooms that never wither, never rot. Working from the remnants of representation often culled from the simulacra of the faux, the work of Lisa Vlaemminck remixes canonical domestic subjects through a form of gyrating 21st century abstraction. By placing imagination before perception, the intertwining of image, material, form, texture and shape mutate into radiant compositional playgrounds that levitate in fantastical realms. These hermetic objects, both sealed within the frame of the picture as well as the borders of their shape, offer viewpoints to loose oneself inside the sumptuous temptation of their product. Here images coerce the spectator from behind sheer plastic shells, mounted in perfect stasis; however, once the package is broken open, the contents leave behind the microcosm within their casings to coexist alongside the macrocosm of our very own.
Press release courtesy rodolphe janssen. Text: Alex Turgeon.