Exhibition view, the Horse Hospital

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

She is here
26 x 36cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

The list of objects for escaping
28 x 36cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Feet re-moved
52 x 31cm
Ink and acrylic paint on linen, mounted on silk

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Standing woman
18 x 84cm
Ink on silk

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Excerpts
39 x 94cm
Ink, silk

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Two women and the shadow
23 x 28cm
Ink, silk

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

And the body says...
72 x 32cm
Ink, acrylic, silk

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

My echo
18 x 32cm
Ink, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Facialgraphs
20 x 17cm
Ink, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Composed sitting
30 x 29cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

De-composed body
36 x 36cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

Speechless
37 x 59cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

The girl with the pretend pearl
31 x 36cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital

The quiet sitter
18 x 46cm
Ink, silk, linen

My vision halts me.
I am working with pure darkness,
slowly fabric is marked with the depths of oak ink.
I've said it now.

Neringa Dastoor grew up in Soviet Lithuania but has studied and worked elsewhere since 1999. Perhaps this experience of relocation and dislocation has created a tension between a systematic approach and an individual, fragmented, and somewhat chaotic one. This selection of drawings on fabric focuses on the role of an artist moving from being as someone present and absent at other times. The slow relationship with materials and the preparation time allow explorations of the emerging narratives.

The Horse Hospital