a world of one's own
bea bonafini

20.04.17 - 04.05.17

For its opening exhibition, FieldWorks artist-in-residence and recent Royal College of Art graduate, Bea Bonafini transformed the gallery into a quasi-domestic habitat, combining both comfort and pleasure. With anthropomorphic objects’ promise of intimacy, the personalisation of function becomes a new way of living. This landscape became a mimicry of reality, an imagined place longing for future potential. 

It’s the sort of place that you might imagine illuminated at once by both sun and moonlight — unabashedly caught in some perfect struggle between aesthetic and logic. The moonlight pours a stream of rich yellow milk across the table, meeting and mingling with the table cloth beneath, as the fabled green flash of sunlight casts defiant red shadows beneath towering poplars, flowing like wine out over the terrazzo floor.
Nothing moves as it should. Autumn leaves blow over the moonlit terrace in such a way as to make the ground move with them, as if those same poplars hovered motionless above a sliding walkway. 
At any moment the table might walk itself, full of food, to meet my growling stomach.
The arms of the chair lift to pour me a glass of wine, real wine, not that illusory wine which the sun spilt so carelessly across the floor.
She is the architect, this is her interior, full of curious objects and images that want nothing more than to be shared. Objects and images that would feel just as at home in a Jean Cocteau film or described in the absurdity of Marinetti’s Cookbook. They implore us to conjure memories and associations of our own, while imagining for them, both futures and pasts.
She creates for us the house at the end of the universe, filled with memories and objects that both unnerve and comfort. A world of one’s own, always being built, never truly complete.

By Woody Mellor