Nathan Sharratt Art - Come Inside. Me.

Come Inside. Me.

Installation, Sculpture, Performance, Video, Drawing, Photography

2012

Description:

My first solo exhibition presented by Dashboard Co-Op with support from Fulton County Arts & Culture, Come Inside. Me. is a 6-room sensory experience installed throughout a vacant house in Peoplestown, Atlanta, GA.

Additional Information:

Documentation by Nathan Sharratt and Dave Batterman

Press:

July 25, 2012 - Nathan Sharratt says Come Inside. Me. - Creative Loafing by Debbie Michaud

"Come Inside. Me. offers a transportive experience, as if stepping through the wardrobe into a kind of American working-class Narnia."

July 20, 2012 - Review: Nathan Sharratt takes over a house to pay homage to his family, “warts and all” - ArtsATL by Stephanie Cash

"Like A.A. Bronson’s haunting portrait of an emaciated Felix Partz taken a few hours after he died of AIDS, the video is heart-rending (and arguably a bit exploitative), discomforting in its familiarity for some of us and serving as a memento mori for all of us."

July 26, 2012 - Dashboard Co-op Brings Art to Unexpected Spaces - WABE NPR interview by Kate Sweeny

"WABE’s Kate Sweeney paid a visit to Dashboard Co-op’s most recent show [Come Inside. Me. by Nathan Sharratt] to take a look."

True Stories

Family Portraits

Conceptual Diagram

Statement:

My family is kind of a Frankenstein’s monster. Well, mostly just me. My parents adopted me when I was five, even though my mother also gave birth to me. Massachusetts law doesn’t allow for a child to be adopted who has a legal parent or guardian. So after my parents married, and my father wanted to adopt me, my mother had to give me up as a ward of the state, and then both parents jointly adopted me. I was an orphan for ten minutes.

My maiden name is Kaczynski. Like the Unabomber. I’m not the Unabomber. My adopted name is Sharratt. I have two birth certificates, and two social security cards. Two sisters and one brother. There are no “halves” or “steps” in our family. We love each other, and that’s all that matters.

Come Inside. Me. is a love letter to my family, warts and all. And also your family, and all families. To all the wonderful, crazy, sad, awkward, or terrible experiences that happen inside a house that make it a home.