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Pleasure, quietness, wellness, rest, surrender, immersion: everything slips away as the tubs are drained. And yet the traces, impressions of bodies and memories of skin remain. Past lives condense in the accumulation of these discarded shells — once called “Dream”, “Tahiti”, “Serenity”, “Eden”, the onomastics of a prefab luxury now returning as a muted echo. Objects once intimate are now exposed and overstated, reduced to pure mass and volumes, overturning and erasing any reference to well-being.
Charlotte Thrane combines multiple tubs into a single body, elevating them to simulacra of technological well-being and soundness — landmarks for innovative design industries, promises of comfort, machines of pleasure. By reducing the tubs to essential geometries, she generates an abstraction of both sculptural and painterly elements: voids and reliefs, soft lines and bulging edges, their glossy candor lost beneath the dust and grime of suspended time, the residue of their prol…
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Pleasure, quietness, wellness, rest, surrender, immersion: everything slips away as the tubs are drained. And yet the traces, impressions of bodies and memories of skin remain. Past lives condense in the accumulation of these discarded shells — once called “Dream”, “Tahiti”, “Serenity”, “Eden”, the onomastics of a prefab luxury now returning as a muted echo. Objects once intimate are now exposed and overstated, reduced to pure mass and volumes, overturning and erasing any reference to well-being.
Charlotte Thrane combines multiple tubs into a single body, elevating them to simulacra of technological well-being and soundness — landmarks for innovative design industries, promises of comfort, machines of pleasure. By reducing the tubs to essential geometries, she generates an abstraction of both sculptural and painterly elements: voids and reliefs, soft lines and bulging edges, their glossy candor lost beneath the dust and grime of suspended time, the residue of their prol…
