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Elizabeth Jaeger

before making profound statements use a pencil with a good eraser

November 20, 2020 – January 2, 2021

Gallery view of bird sculptures, ceramic vase, and framed writing sample

Installation view, 2020

Gallery view of multiple bird sculptures and framed writing piece

Installation view, 2020

Three bird sculptures posed on gallery wall

Installation view, 2020

Black ceramic sculpture of bird nest

Installation view, 2020

Black ceramic sculpture of bird nest

Installation view, 2020

Bird sculpture sitting by nest

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
8 x 3 x 3 inches 

Sculptural bird sitting on nest

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
8 x 3 x  2 1/4 inches 

Dead bird sculpture in the middle of large black ceramic vase

Dead Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 3 x 3 inches 

Bird sculpture posing by gallery ceiling

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 5 x 4 inches 

Sculpture of dead bird on its back

Dead Bird, 2020
Ceramic bronze
7 x 2.5 x 3 inches 

 

Found note from Jack Jaeger to self, framed

No New Projects, 2020
burnt frame, found Jack Jaeger's note to self in 2008
17 x 13 inches 

Ceramic sculpture of dead bird

Dead Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 2 x 3 inches 

Bird sculpture posed on gallery wall

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 3 x 4 inches 

Ceramic sculpture of dead black bird

Dead Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 2 x 3 inches 

Bird sculpture posed on gallery wall

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
7 x 3 x 4 inches 

Bird sculpture posed on gallery wall

Bird, 2020
Ceramic, bronze
8 x 3 x 5 inches 

A snow blizzard hit the warm landscape in late summer of September. The trees creaked in pain and anguish from the weight of the unexpected snow, and no one, not even the birds knew what was to come. Most froze overnight, some found huddled together in the dusk light.

Birds have the ability to roam the earth and fly in the skies. They deliver warnings of danger and sym- bolize freedom and peace, but spiritually they are considered messengers from the spiritual realms. Dead birds are departed souls, and more specifically it symbolizes the end of something and the start of something else.

A dead bird. A dead bird. A dead bird.

                                                                    - Maia Ruth Lee

 

Elizabeth Jaeger (b. 1988 in San Fracicso, CA) lives and works in New York, NY. Recent solo exhibitions include ‘Hours’ and ‘Pommel’ at Jack Hanley Gallery and ‘Brine’ at Klemm’s in Berlin. The artist has participated in numerous group exhibitions including ‘Mirror Cells’ at the Whitney Museum of American Art, Moma PS1’s ‘Greater New York’, Sculpture Center’s ‘In Practice: Fantasy Can Invent Nothing New’, and the Aspen Art Museum’s ‘Zombies: Pay Attention!’. Most recently, the artist exhibit- ed in ‘To dream a man’ at Clima Gallery, Milan, and ‘People’ at Deitch in Los Angeles and New York. Jaeger will be incliuded in the group exhibition ‘How To Survive’ at the Sprengel Museum, Hannover, DE, in 2020. Publications about her include Vitamin C: Clay and Ceramics in Contemporary Art (Phaidon, 2017) Dreamers Awake (White Cube, 2017) Eros C’Est La Vie (Totem, 2013) and How Other People See Me (Publication Studio, 2011). Additionally, Jaeger co-founded and operates Peradam with Sam Cate- Gumpert, a publishing house specializing in artists’ books.

 

For more information please contact Silke Lindner-Sutti at silke@jackhanley.com