Hofstra University, Rosenberg Gallery, A slice if they knock, solo show, September - November 2023
curated by Jim Lee
Weir, 2023, fiberglass, resin, plaster, rebar, Nicasio beach sand
Carboy, 2022, BMW interior ceiling, aerosol, fiberglass, silk, concrete, devils' heads
L’Origine du monde, 2022, concrete, 15” x 11” x 1.5”
In the shallow depth of disturbed earth, there is a wound. Like Courbet’s painting, it too seems wet, perhaps even like an “imaginary primordial enclosure”, as its long-time owner, Jacques Lacan, would say. But to the fetishists of origins //: dust to dust.
Untitled (caution block), 2022, resin, pigment
Exhibition Text:
Ends like a rope
shadows see shadows
We were never real
my right leg does not fit my left leg
fits rocks in the mountains
Everything but the world in this song
To describe the world one forgets the world
we can’t remember tomorrow
or hit any of the angles
aching to know
no
one believes
Just stands there
Gratitude and, revolution
my true body a revolution
I don’t remember the song but well I know the beauty
We all take
take it all down
No one knows how to play; only games
T-h-i-s i-s n-o-t a g-a-m-e
What
happens when they chop down
everything in front of the horizon
and the next and
God has three genders
When sitting and talking and living with you
And wildly ends with a bang
bang bang
West of the wind west
Jammed sheer into the drop
Goddamn egg on a green plate
Washing our face
the choreography of pencil to paper
hip to column
Moon to sea tide dying in echo but
All life is
contained in this passage