Los Angeles – About Mitchell Syrop – NIZA GUY (Nice Guy)
at François Ghebaly Gallery
Mitchell Syrop, HIDDEN, 2014. Fragments of scroll texts .
ROSANNA ALBERTINI, Meanderings:
Who knows if reading is seeing or knowing things hidden by the gray filament on paper twisting stopping moving on a paper face. I smell ink and graphite there is none of them really only images on a screen. I smell them anyway. Words for nothing to eat or spit I saw the paper I saw the small steel bodies on the floor. Not the same smell.
It was a smell of rain but it was raining steel. Small heavy bodies like black fonts of a printer white beard crusted with tomato paste looking out of the window. The ink was missing. Steel having swallowed the fonts is a black pupil absorbing a story from the artist’s mind. Broken stories like Etruscan ruins no words to recompose logic or syntax no images to recognize, something’s there obscured by thickness showing metallic names we cannot see.
Cave man this artist Syrop chopping our present in blocks. Now and then are nothing distant nor ours either. Writing, seeing, still go somewhere, maybe, if we cease believing things we can’t see well enough and yet are there on the branches, like Alice’s cat and his smile. Maybe feeling what we don’t see? No pyramids these days, tiny houses on wheels.
Mitchell Syrop, STEEL, 1974-2015