“The exhibition, titled things you can’t make maps out of…, is a blind contour of history, tracing over the legacy of the Roman Empire to the malleable places of childhood memory, re-imaging trauma through an assemblage ranging from sculpture to video.”

The exhibition, titled things you can’t make maps out of…, is a blind contour of history, tracing over the legacy of the Roman Empire to the malleable places of childhood memory, re-imaging trauma through an assemblage ranging from sculpture to video. Like the futile efforts to use a stick to describe a hole, or a laugh to make sense of a sigh, these works provide a counter-narrative, queering “the remake” and reorienting objects through perverse crafting. Across these comically unfulfilling re-creations, material lure, and anachronistic disturbances, the normative retelling and comprehension of space and time is delightfully disrupted through feminist re-imaginings. The playful humour and incendiary tones that permeate the works continually taunt as objects are reconstructed and laughably reshaped, transforming the gallery into an absurdist prop graveyard. Through the emptying of totems, historical revisionism takes a decidedly abrupt flip as boundaries are broken and the linearity and definiteness of the past comes crashing down onto equally unsteady ground.