Zin Taylor

Parrot Soup

1 March – 13 April 2013

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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (The Face), 2013 - MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (the line, the dot, a haze of pink), 2013
MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (these thirty-six points are a field of thought), 2013
MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (poster for three ceramic pots), 2013
MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (a motif of pattern related to the psych-naturalism of 2004), 2013
MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Thoughts collected on the surface of a panel (snake speaking a pattern), 2013
MDF, Acrylic Paint, Ink, Brass, 80 x 60 cm
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Zin Taylor, "Parrot Soup"
Installation view at Supportico Lopez, Berlin 2013
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Zin Taylor, "Parrot Soup"
Installation view at Supportico Lopez, Berlin 2013
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Zin Taylor, "Parrot Soup"
Installation view at Supportico Lopez, Berlin 2013
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A string of eyeballs, a spectrum of color, a structure of form in black and white, 2013
wood, plaster, string, ink, acrylic paint, papier maché, aluminum
205 x 220 x 100 cm
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Zin Taylor , "Parrot Soup"
Installation view at Supportico Lopez, Berlin 2013
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Zin Taylor, "Parrot Soup"
Installation view at Supportico Lopez, Berlin 2013
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Wild Parrots have infested the park by where I live. A company of twenty moved in, and never left. Parrots are incredibly loud and bossy – like a gang of random thoughts loitering in the public space. They spot the ground and trees with their color, and fill the air with their speech. I imagine these birds, these organic recorders of other people’s sounds, collecting fragments of thought from the people passing by. When the Parrots take flight, their voices fill the air with the amalgamized chatter they have collected – overheard ideas and wonky propositions, repeated elsewhere for the benefit of others.

I stroll with one of these birds, the colored body tucked beneath my arm, re-telling ideas I’ve had about this and that, making them mean a little more. Models and metaphors are explained in detail. I tell accounts of one thing so I can explain another. Thoughts gathered into a story after being loosened. Surfaced in a way that only a good walk can bring about.

As the parrot takes flight, the stories become part of the air. This bird floats through the trees, talking as it goes. Vocalized propositions filling the atmosphere, residues of speech and thought settling onto the landscape below. Ideas about one thing are collected into forms of another.

Parrot Soup is the telling of stories, where thoughts about the big are relayed through the small

Parrot Soup is thoughts collected on the surface of a panel

Parrot Soup is a mobile – 64 eyeballs, a color spectrum, a form of black, and one of pattern

Parrot Soup is language in space