30 March - 26 April 2007
The Kiosk can be invisible - it depends on who’s looking. It could be just another window trying to sell you something amidst the continual rush of pedestrians around that busy corner. It’s also a vulnerable site, sitting as it bares all for general consumption. The Kiosk became the perfect target for Kate McIntyre’s art, which is always asking for trouble with its inherent probing, revealing, challenging. Sooner or later something’s bound to break. Or shatter.
Amidst the rush of the street, McIntyre draws attention to The Kiosk, filtering the surrounding environment of asphalt and angst culture into the work. There’s been a crime - was it an inside job? Was art the perpetrator or the innocent victim? The shattered pattern catches the light and restructures the view, leaving open fractures and opened questions. It becomes both witness and participator. The smashed glass suggests a narrative, as its broken lines extend and shadows spill over the surfaces to form a web-like structure. On closer inspection the illusion is ruined, it reveals itself as merely a temporary alteration of Kiosk. Perhaps it is just another window trying to grab your attention.