Antoni gave birth to me and ripped me to shreds. I was made of paper, a paper baby. I wanted her to eat me; instead, she left me in a pile in the corner of the gallery.
Exploring this exhibition meant looking at paintings done on carpet samples.
Understand that “artist-run” does not mean anti-institution or DIY.
The members, though, leave me with an uncanny valley sensation, not that they’re androids, but I’m reminded of people from another place or time, a space of mind who are speaking in a newly acquired language of the quotidian, as if the pod has landed, and conversion ought to be accomplished.
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Dear Hope Napkin
How do we find a way to live with these things while actually looking at them?
In it you float between two states and ideally feel yourself amongst it. Floating in the jelly!
That is where the work actually exists for me-in the moment we realize that something is happening.
Replace the dead with something alive that looks like it.