A Noiseless Patient Spider , October 22 - November 26, 2016
Linnea Kniaz’s first post-MFA solo exhibition finds the artist extending her sculptural, painting-
based installations to the architecture of the gallery space. 55” above the floor, Kniaz has
embedded a 2x2” railing around the entire perimeter of the gallery, plastered in and painted
white. Along one side of the space this thin shelf lifts off the wall entirely, itself remaining straight
as it serves to emphasize the curvature of the gallery’s own construction. Temple against the
wall, you might be able to see a tiny sliver of red, or maybe just its mauvy reflection, glowing
against the bend in the wall; a gentle indicator of the subtleties at play throughout Kniaz’s installation.
By the front window several small sculptures dot the floor; a sparing assemblage of objects
made out of wood, foam, paper, wire, polyester, brick and paint. A leafless branch and painted
chair leg lay nearby; a giant California pine cone props up a small wooden table. These structural
materials are at once withdrawn yet fully nude, performing an open ecology where objects
and their surroundings begin to take on each others’ characteristics. They challenge the viewer
with a whole composed from similar yet indeterminate parts; a unified presence of spatial, material,
and teleological uncertainty.
Drawing inspiration from the Supports/Surfaces movement of the late 1960s, Kniaz’s sculptures
expose a hidden poetics masked on the borders of painting and architecture. In a circular
dance, her work often begins from the measurements of its containing room. There is an open
precariousness to her gestures, producing a constant tension between what makes a work spatially
dependent or stand alone. Often departing from language, here the etymology of the word
“patient” is put to work in two ways: as n. - something requiring an action and adj. - bearing or
supporting. A Noiseless Patient Spider hangs in a window between two rooms, steadily scoring
its own choreography of space.
--Chris Adler, VACANCY LA
A Noiseless Patient Spider
By Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.