In the fewest words, Rachel De Joode creates. Anything can be art, anything can be a tool, and anything can be tinkered with to create something completely new. A banana is squashed by two rocks that sit underneath something that slightly resembles a brow. Is it nothing or is it a face? Life is literally still under two cloaks of clay, the rough textures of each nearly hidden by the folds in the fabric, creating an illusion of utter smoothness to the viewer. A lone tongue sticks out of a toothless clay mouth.
Most works are aptly titled, like the crude clay scroll bars sitting next to several rocks, called: “Clay Scrollbars And Several Rocks”, or “Sculpture In The Space Between the Blinds”. Even her more challenging pieces get titles that relate accordingly like “The Imaginary Order”, in which the artist herself is pressed up against a plate glass replication of a search for her own name on Google, as if she only wished to know about her own life, mimicking the psychological term. Specific, strange, and with a hint of narcissism, Rachel De Joode has stuff to show that should be both seen and experienced.