An Analysis of Maeve Jackson’s Work
When I attended Maeve’s gallery, I at first found myself staring at the portraits of the people she had photographed, a little bewildered and confused at how they all related to each other. I also found myself confused as to how they tied into the filmed pieces shown on old TVs in wheelbarrows, as well as the deformed metal and two screens with filmed scenes showing on there as well. I found myself trying to connect dots between mediums and subjects that seemed completely unrelated, and grew increasingly frustrated at the message she tried to deliver that I just could not seem to parse. Clarity, I came to realize, in the eye and mind of an observer looking at another’s work, is often muddled and hard to perceive. We all make ties between the subject of ones work to experiences in our own lives, and assign a theme to that work based on our own preconceived notions of what we believe it to be. What I may perceive, and the meaning to which I assign a piece, is drastically different than...