In third space, solace can be found–in contemplation, we sit with the recesses of the mind. Beckoned to the shorelines of our psyche, we wash up. And that what washes up after us–the kindly discarded–takes shape in the form of symbolic epitaphs of the forgotten. We swirl with the spirality of time, methodically grabbing what we can along the way. What is scavenged morphs into the ephemeral, conglomerates of what we take and what is left behind. Here, But Not Here-

Mathis and Mignon invite you to balance between the veil of the tangible and ethereal. They guide you down a staircase into the watery depths of the Bay to view a window with findings that tend to the creation of objects. Amulets of space and time. The materiality of the structures they happen upon are just as important as the ones that they fabricate. Friends of the forgotten object, acting as conduits of locational memory and the retelling of dreams. Some of these spaces are physical, calling upon the Bay Area derelict treasure-scapes of Tepco Beach and Albany Bulb. Other spaces can only be visited within one’s self and sometimes are only recalled in the dissemination of a snapshot.
What does it look like to remember? Do memories look back at us?
Reverence can be found in the alcove, hidden beneath plaster and cobwebs.
Disembodied text emerges. Video and sculpture collide to form a poetic landscape, a language that both Mathis and Mignon share and continue to draw upon in their work. The viewers are asked to be consumed by their own sense of being, an invitation to rot along with the words and images around them. We begin to partake in the fermentation of a collaborative softness, in this space where we can bear witness to the building up of what was once deteriorated.

-Ocean Escalanti, late winter February 2024