Extrapolating from Rome’s dogmas, it dawned on me how Fumai’s suicide could be recuperated as a form of martyrdom—her posthumous legacy undergoing a similar beatification process.
As videos accumulate, viewers chart the choices Ellsworth has made over the course of her ensuing adulthood. And so, the Archive is one of the few resources that shows the evolution, in real time, of a creative woman’s adult life.
Red skies hang over California, floodwaters lap at America’s Gulf Coast, and just about everything else seems to be going down the tubes. As we tip into the Anthropocene’s free fall, who hasn’t wondered if this is the beginning of the end?
I witnessed an older white male, upon exiting the exhibition, manhandle an Asian protestor, shoving them out of his way. James Cohan Gallery employees stood by and did nothing. I snapped.
We expect sincerity; we expect irony. The problem arises when we can’t tell the difference.
This is violence tailored for the camera, or the camera phone. Through the distribution of these images the violence is taken on as collective trauma, while simultaneously diminishing visual impact through oversaturation.
Life changes. Life goes on. Sometimes a can of pineapple doesn't even last until its expiration date.
What drives humans into the night? For some, it’s just a respite from the drudgery of the day, or a desire to negotiate pleasure and risk. For others, it's a means of empowerment, an assertion of social existence.
By this time I was already acquainted with six different California state prisons. Saw their images from above; knew that the drive lingered in the nose longer than you expected.
The spacing of Documentas at half-decade increments foreshortens historic time to match personal time. At a vantage of five years, we are aware both of how it felt then, and everything that’s changed since.