FROM THE VOLTA ARCHIVE
“I often think I’ve been places I’ve never been. I see the city lights and remember crawling into each and every window. It’s devastating. Each and every window.”
“They pay their electric bills on time /
Eat dinner regularly. I could never / Glue two pieces of paper together / I’d push around for days. / I’m not, you understand, some kind of mechanic.”
“if I let my arms / go does it look like I’m letting / my arms go / Everyone out the window except me / I had fearful parents ”
MEET THE ARTIST
featured in Volta 1
Faye Wei Wei conceives of the painting process as an intimate choreography between actual and pictorial space. She is concerned with making as a means to hold the ineffable bound to the painting object—utilising imagined worlds through compositional disharmony, painterly gestures and colours that vibrate and jostle. She has a deep desire to conjure a transference of feeling. The horses, moons, birds, and flowers exist within her paintings as couplets, as lovers, containing each other in some kind of unthought known — Christopher Bollas’ conception of the stifled, unthinkable trauma (though in the same way preverbal) —then are often present in Faye’s work as its opposite: her work strives to portray a love that knows no possibility of ending, of a state of being other than what is, and un-self conscious. Her works address the themes of love ritual, poetry, theatre, mythic and self mythologising narratives. Moments in her paintings depart into a more ambiguous, interior space of incongruity.
FEATURED
Fiction by Rose Gowen
And he is, after all, an actor, and the occasion was a show—yet, I took the story to be true. I believed that everything he said had happened had happened in essentially the way he described. It had the wandering, baggy quality of real life, and the character he…
Nonfiction by Douglas A. Martin
“People have to have jobs, Douglas,” my mother would say on the phone call when I mentioned the reopening of coal mines, as a way to try to address it being too early for her daffodils to be blooming, she says without wanting to consider any of the attached policies…
Nonfiction by Miranda Argyros
I am certain of her passing. The dog pants. The dog chases the tail of the dog, the dog lays itself to rest. I believe in sauntering to an Eastern temple to die while your dog watches…
Fiction by T.S. Bender
She stopped and swayed, staring at the grass before her, hesitating. She seemed uncertain or afraid to move forward, like a young girl at the edge of the cold ocean, wanting to take that next step and dive in, wanting to just get it over with, and then she lifted her…
AUTHORS
Eli Payne Mandel
Marie Ungar
Wang Jiaxin
ARTISTS
JC Alfier
Iris Yu