For artist-run space Gärtnergasse, Alison Veit presents “Silver Springs”, figuring the artist in limbo; one who sidles along hedges in uncertainty.
Optical tricks and impasto make felt, slippage, between the inside and outside of painting. The name refers to a neighbouring suburb. In between was uncut grass where she set her pet praying mantis free. An archway is stitched together out of unreliable histories: a secret obsession, a hurried answer, a twisted ankle. But collectively they form a veritable passage. Here is a place for mobility.