Recently, my friend Christy Shigekawa and I screened some of our work as part of Microscope Gallery’s “YES” – a series of screenings devoted to showcasing moving-image works by emerging artists.
The show was picked by ARTnews as one of the more noteworthy art events of the week; check out the write-up here.
I wasn’t able to do much documentation, but I was able to get some lousy phone photos as people were starting to come in:
Thanks to all who came out!
Last night I was going through the print publications I’ve accumulated over this past while: not newspapers, magazines or catalogs, but homemade or house-made, generally stapled, often Xeroxed, almost all made of paper folded in two. Pamphlets, low-rent journals, auxiliary materials for exhibitions. There are romantic personal records of devoted nomads, intellectual awakenings of youthful idealists, desperate information earnestly curated through righteous politicized consciences, far-left no-frills polemical tracts meant to be taken seriously, scraps of poetry and malformed fiction, beautifully-printed little narratives, anarchy, feminism, illness, desire, and then the aloof, intellectualized high-art booklets, either lushly printed or dire and isolate; glossy ink or black-toner austerity. I put them all into a pile, and I have to ask, is there a way to combine all these things? Any more than I already have?