Tally

TALLY | Carrie Iverson & Nathan Sandberg
April 4 - June 3, 2011

Gallery One One presents Tally, a glass and mixed media installation by Carrie Iverson and Nathan Sandberg. Tally stages the objects of time and place. Inspired by icons of marking, one's progression through a cityscape, to do-lists, routes, borders, and archeology, Carrie and Nathan combine kilnformed glass with concrete, bricks, and stakes to create an installation of consuming flow.

Gallery One One
Brazee Street Studios
4426 Brazee Street
Cincinnati, OH 45209














“Tally” investigates different systems of marking time; my contributions to the show reflect how those attempts at recording often end up being obliterated by time itself. Maps become outdated, borders shift, signs erode, buildings collapse.

The installation “Counterpoint” evokes a shift from order to chaos, a structure in the moment of destruction. Built from found scraps from the railroad tracks nearby, the work is meant to suggest how quickly a system can become unstable. The piece is designed to be seen in motion: as you move around it you are aware of the shadows it casts and how it changes in relation to the more ordered pieces in the other room.

I often develop my pieces to change depending on how they are viewed- sometimes this is as subtle as surface engraving that appears and disappears depending on the light. By adding this level of interaction I hope to draw attention to how there is rarely one fixed visual experience but instead a series of encounters that shift depending on perspective.

-Carrie Iverson



While working quite literally with the formal aspects of our built environment, I have become increasingly interested in the intangible aspects of urban life. Specifically, routes and paths that we follow and the routines that develop as time passes.

My contribution to the show is an installation of objects connected to the repetitious nature of life as I see it. The number of times I find myself performing a task as mundane as reaching for my keys or driving the same three routes to and from work is perplexing. As I make these trips I observe others doing exactly the same thing and often wonder if they realize, as I do, how much time they spend on these tasks.

As an artist I appreciate the accidental arrangements of texture, form and color that are experienced everyday in cities everywhere. As an architect, my father designs buildings. I prefer to take aspects of many different structures and assemble them into singular pieces of kilncast glass sculpture.

Time can be recorded as notches on a stick, rings within a tree trunk and ticks on a circle. In the piece Tally I attempt to document a repeating activity that has developed into a routine. Grade stakes- often used on construction sites to demarcate the rise and fall of elevation- are used as counting units marking the recurrence of events. The entire group represents an amount of time that has since past and makes note of a recurring activity.

-Nathan Sandberg

Murakami

Vija Celmins- 2005, 24.2 x 28.2 in.

"A dark omnipresent pool of water.

It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body. You drown in that cruel flood, gasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat- these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you.

The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in- and it doesn't have to be very big- is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but guess what? All you hear over and over and over is the voice of this omen. And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain.

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."

_ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore