THE WASHINGTON POST
March 17th, 2005
March 17, 2005
"Molly Springfield: Still Passing Notes In Class" by Jessica Dawson
Anything we have not had to decipher on our own does not belong to us. This, the title of artist Molly Springfield´s solo show at JET Artworks, leaves little room for the benefits of received wisdom. But no matter. The dour message proves a perfect tagline for this nostalgic show´s examination of the trials and, oftentimes, self-induced sufferings of adolescence. Resurrecting scribbled notes she exchanged with friends at her high school, Springfield borrows lines from those missives for her wall drawings, panel paintings, works on paper and digital projections. Though in their day a fine medium for angst and ennui, the notes as reproduced at JET are mostly illegible. To pull us into her world, Springfield invites us to view the show wearing an artist-provided Walkman playing one of her old mix tapes...
"Molly Springfield: Still Passing Notes In Class" by Jessica Dawson
Anything we have not had to decipher on our own does not belong to us. This, the title of artist Molly Springfield´s solo show at JET Artworks, leaves little room for the benefits of received wisdom. But no matter. The dour message proves a perfect tagline for this nostalgic show´s examination of the trials and, oftentimes, self-induced sufferings of adolescence. Resurrecting scribbled notes she exchanged with friends at her high school, Springfield borrows lines from those missives for her wall drawings, panel paintings, works on paper and digital projections. Though in their day a fine medium for angst and ennui, the notes as reproduced at JET are mostly illegible. To pull us into her world, Springfield invites us to view the show wearing an artist-provided Walkman playing one of her old mix tapes...
