THIS WILL GET US SOMEWHERE
Shane Darwent + Daniel Paul Schubert , 2021
"As long as everything went smoothly, the overland driver was well enough situated, but if a fellow driver got sick suddenly it made trouble, for the coach must go on, and so the potentate who was about to climb down and take a luxurious rest after his long night’s siege in the midst of wind and rain and darkness, had to stay where he was and do the sick man’s work. Once, in the Rocky Mountains, when I found a driver sound asleep on the box, and the mules going at the usual break-neck pace, the conductor said never mind him, there was no danger, and he was doing double duty- had driven seventy-five miles on one coach, and was now going back over it on this without rest or sleep."
- Mark Twain, Roughing It (Hartford, Conn.: American Publishing Company, 1872) 56.
Dreaming through a highway
One time I was driving in the dark, no lights on, just driving. The highway was straight, not even a subtle curve in the elevation, flat and dark. There must have been some fog, because the darkness extended itself high above my thoughts. I went to roll down my window and hear something, the engine of the car, some wind from the speed of cruise control. Not one headlight or taillight for the past few days, at a certain point I’m not quite sure where I’m headed. Thoughts of arriving come to mind. The context, the people I’m going to meet, the food I’m going to eat, the work I’m going to produce. A slight anxiety builds, or is it mild nerves, perhaps excitement. It’s that feeling you start to get in your stomach when you’re about to confront something new and unexpected. How will I perform? Will the landscape except me, perhaps? As I’m driving, I think about where I’ve been, the good, the bad, the mistakes, the opportunities, and then for a moment I forget everything and just travel within a space of nothing. I start to trust myself; I trust my intuition, I think about the moment at hand, there is presence. I’ve done this before, perhaps in a different setting, this feeling becomes new and old at the same time. I’m still driving, but my eyes are closed and my ears are open, ‘Blue in Green’ by Miles Davis comes through the breeze. The focus comes back, a memory of something before, a moment of laughter, some heartbreak, I shake my head from a time of disappointment, the night continues, and I’m still driving. I can’t remember if I’m going east or west, maybe I’ll just flip a coin and call it when I get there.
storefront awning in contrast
economic landscape
between optimism
road dust off of the white
panel
thriving and dying
commonality in the middle
umbrella of a space
shiny to scratched
polished to rusted
sound to object
movement to thoughts of
being static
whole for a fleeting moment
the middle point on a
pendulum that swings
luxury of distance
repurposed awning covers
light passing through one
section
organic and haphazard
vinyl sided Wabi-sabi
window of a passing car
more or less
composition particular to that
morning
meditations of sorts
material leftovers
rust, break dust, used motor
oil, soil, coffee, etc.
examined & adjusted
wash & left to dry
assembled, played, & made
thought of a performance to
happen
related to the spaces
open, loose and raw
cleaner and more contained
the structure remains
flags slowly moving with the
sun
could be anywhere
deal with preserving
landscape & structure
cigarette breaks
a seat on an upturned bucket
wander into Tulsa
LA and the Midwest
asphalt Adjacent
sun Smoke lingers
over the road
home time
time being relevant
this will get us somewhere
Show Sponsor:
Lucky Bucket Brewing Co.
Shane Darwent + Daniel Paul Schubert , 2021
"As long as everything went smoothly, the overland driver was well enough situated, but if a fellow driver got sick suddenly it made trouble, for the coach must go on, and so the potentate who was about to climb down and take a luxurious rest after his long night’s siege in the midst of wind and rain and darkness, had to stay where he was and do the sick man’s work. Once, in the Rocky Mountains, when I found a driver sound asleep on the box, and the mules going at the usual break-neck pace, the conductor said never mind him, there was no danger, and he was doing double duty- had driven seventy-five miles on one coach, and was now going back over it on this without rest or sleep."
- Mark Twain, Roughing It (Hartford, Conn.: American Publishing Company, 1872) 56.
Dreaming through a highway
One time I was driving in the dark, no lights on, just driving. The highway was straight, not even a subtle curve in the elevation, flat and dark. There must have been some fog, because the darkness extended itself high above my thoughts. I went to roll down my window and hear something, the engine of the car, some wind from the speed of cruise control. Not one headlight or taillight for the past few days, at a certain point I’m not quite sure where I’m headed. Thoughts of arriving come to mind. The context, the people I’m going to meet, the food I’m going to eat, the work I’m going to produce. A slight anxiety builds, or is it mild nerves, perhaps excitement. It’s that feeling you start to get in your stomach when you’re about to confront something new and unexpected. How will I perform? Will the landscape except me, perhaps? As I’m driving, I think about where I’ve been, the good, the bad, the mistakes, the opportunities, and then for a moment I forget everything and just travel within a space of nothing. I start to trust myself; I trust my intuition, I think about the moment at hand, there is presence. I’ve done this before, perhaps in a different setting, this feeling becomes new and old at the same time. I’m still driving, but my eyes are closed and my ears are open, ‘Blue in Green’ by Miles Davis comes through the breeze. The focus comes back, a memory of something before, a moment of laughter, some heartbreak, I shake my head from a time of disappointment, the night continues, and I’m still driving. I can’t remember if I’m going east or west, maybe I’ll just flip a coin and call it when I get there.
storefront awning in contrast
economic landscape
between optimism
road dust off of the white
panel
thriving and dying
commonality in the middle
umbrella of a space
shiny to scratched
polished to rusted
sound to object
movement to thoughts of
being static
whole for a fleeting moment
the middle point on a
pendulum that swings
luxury of distance
repurposed awning covers
light passing through one
section
organic and haphazard
vinyl sided Wabi-sabi
window of a passing car
more or less
composition particular to that
morning
meditations of sorts
material leftovers
rust, break dust, used motor
oil, soil, coffee, etc.
examined & adjusted
wash & left to dry
assembled, played, & made
thought of a performance to
happen
related to the spaces
open, loose and raw
cleaner and more contained
the structure remains
flags slowly moving with the
sun
could be anywhere
deal with preserving
landscape & structure
cigarette breaks
a seat on an upturned bucket
wander into Tulsa
LA and the Midwest
asphalt Adjacent
sun Smoke lingers
over the road
home time
time being relevant
this will get us somewhere
Show Sponsor:
Lucky Bucket Brewing Co.
Photos Courtesy of Dan Schwalm
Daniel Paul Schubert Studio Visit in Los Angeles, CA:
Photos Courtesy of Mike Nesbit
Compiled Video from Shane Darwent + Daniel Paul Schubert
Compiled Video Courtesy of Shane Darwent & Daniel Paul Schubert
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Email conversation between Shane Darwent, Daniel Paul Schubert, Ross Miller, and Mike Nesbit regarding this exhibition:
About the Artists:
Shane Darwent is an interdisciplinary artist whose practice distills the commercial vernacular along American roadways into experimental photographic works, large-scale sculpture, and site-responsive installations. Exhibiting internationally, Darwent has been an artist-in-residence at the Bemis Center for Contemporary Art, Ragdale, the Ucross Foundation and the Jentel Artist Residency Program, as well as a Core Fellow at Penland School of Crafts. He holds an MFA from the University of Michigan (2017) and a BFA from the Maryland Institute College of Art (2005). He is currently an artist-in-residence at the Tulsa Artist Fellowship in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
www.shanedarwent.com
Daniel Paul Schubert is an artist based out of Los Angeles California near where he was born. His time is divided between working in his home studio, professionally over the road as a truck driver, and on an undeveloped piece of family land, called blue-ridge, where he works with the land and builds site specific pieces. Schubert considers all of this to be part of his practice, whether it’s moving along the land and road, restoring old hand tools, maintaining land, vehicles, and home; it all leads back and reflects in the studio. He is a collector and gatherer, a fan of fallen and salvaged material, often time, through time, these things become something else that last, or else they are used up until they can no longer serve a purpose. Notable exhibitions include The Shed Echo Park, Arvia Los Angeles, Joan Flasch Artists’ Book Collection Chicago, and Garash Galleria CDMX.
www.danielpaulschubert.com
Shane Darwent is an interdisciplinary artist whose practice distills the commercial vernacular along American roadways into experimental photographic works, large-scale sculpture, and site-responsive installations. Exhibiting internationally, Darwent has been an artist-in-residence at the Bemis Center for Contemporary Art, Ragdale, the Ucross Foundation and the Jentel Artist Residency Program, as well as a Core Fellow at Penland School of Crafts. He holds an MFA from the University of Michigan (2017) and a BFA from the Maryland Institute College of Art (2005). He is currently an artist-in-residence at the Tulsa Artist Fellowship in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
www.shanedarwent.com
Daniel Paul Schubert is an artist based out of Los Angeles California near where he was born. His time is divided between working in his home studio, professionally over the road as a truck driver, and on an undeveloped piece of family land, called blue-ridge, where he works with the land and builds site specific pieces. Schubert considers all of this to be part of his practice, whether it’s moving along the land and road, restoring old hand tools, maintaining land, vehicles, and home; it all leads back and reflects in the studio. He is a collector and gatherer, a fan of fallen and salvaged material, often time, through time, these things become something else that last, or else they are used up until they can no longer serve a purpose. Notable exhibitions include The Shed Echo Park, Arvia Los Angeles, Joan Flasch Artists’ Book Collection Chicago, and Garash Galleria CDMX.
www.danielpaulschubert.com