NELLY KATE — STUDIO ARTIST

Transdisciplinary practice centering access through sound, language, and the poetics of translation. 


CONTENTS

01 The Difference

02 nowisthe
03 Nevermind
04 FutureFluid

05 [Untitled] 6 Cylinders

06 I Hear You, But I Can’t Hear You
07 Transistors in Translation

08 ~~~~~”...derelict in uncharted space...”
09 pink moon

10 Into the Ground, Into the Body


STATEMENT

My work creates space for public imagination and healing through time-based media, open captions, print, installation, and performance. I focus upon cultivating ecosystems of inclusion through the lens of Queer and late-Deaf experience.

I blend responsive technology with lo-fi mechanisms like reel-to-reel tape loops, stop-motion animations, electronic synthesizers, and radio frequencies. These tactile materials illuminate the terrestrial and electromagnetic phenomena which our bodies sense but cannot readily name.

I explore expanding time, breaking and remaking meaning, and conjuring ecstatic magic.


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NELLY KATE 06 — FEB 2020

I Hear You, But I Can’t Hear You

MADELAINE CORBIN COLLABORATION


We are apprenticed to light and the effect of temporal rhythms on our bodies and our environments. This installation was investigating resolution and dissolution.

The diaphanous blue of cyanotypes intensifies when light falls across their surfaces. Similarly, sunlight will reveal hidden patterns woven into Corbin’s rug as some of its strands are lightfast + fixed, while others are not.
Our chair cycles audible and inaudible tones, resonating sonic  frequencies against the body. Its rocking motion references circadian rhythms and flow.

The more frequently a person sits here, the brighter the weaving will stay as they mask the sun’s rays.
In this way, loss is reversed in a re-valuing of change over time. We resist permanence to encourage ephemerality as a material power.



Printing support from Jordan Knecht
Blueprint Residency; Chicago, IL

 

When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light. —Maggie Nelson, Bluets