Curated by Sarah McAvera, Distributed through Space and Time offers three artists Nabokov’s Pale Fire as the starting point of a discussion on the blurred lines between reality and fiction. Christopher Campbell, Deirdre Mckenna and Zoe Murdoch have dissected the enigmatic text to create equally inscrutable and perplexing works across a range of media.
(A Poem in Four Cantos)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane
I was the smudge of ashen fluff–and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky,
And from the inside, too, I’d duplicate
Myself, my lamp, an apple on a plate:
Uncurtaining the night, I’d let dark glass
Hang all the furniture above the grass,
And how delightful when a fall of snow
10 Covered my glimpse of lawn and reached up so
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
Upon that snow, out in that crystal land!