I've been using Instagram as a principle practice for several years. Here are some recent posts and we can connect there if you like
I’m scared of intimacy in the normative long term partnership sense. I feel traumatized from past relationships and in too precarious of a position to open myself up to the vulnerability that intimacy creates. Instead I’ve chosen to focus on community, parenting, friends and educating myself. There’s this deep well of pain that I almost can’t bear to look at and it somehow takes the shape of the new people who come into my life. What’s even more concerning is the possibility we’re all making the same shapes together. Like we’re collectively performing this monstrous drama. I’m putting these feelings in the same place as the Flake elevator video and Kanye talking about mental health with Trump and it makes me feel silly and ridiculous, sad and abyssal
I went to the Headlands to see the new #khaliljoseph two channel BLK NWS piece he’s working on. It’s so powerful... something after manifestos and mixtapes for our visual culture. Lyrical, critical, sweeping in scope and feeling. There are so many other moments I wish I captured, this clip doesn’t do it justice. I hope it travels far and I get to spend more time with it 🕊💗
Kewl dinner party! Swipe for the Too Many Dog Juan’s (Bring 2 Friends and and an Uncooked Squash) Remix!! 🚨🎶🎷🐩🚨
It’s probably over or under hyphenated. A lazy morning saying things like how do you rss url a google drive hosted mp4 podcast and Agnes no more phone unless you search animated Marx or make your own films- but not about yourself - iMovie not music.ly. Zambia, 2012
Nice... who’s that?
Autumn farmers market colors
Sea of similitudes / all these extra-species friendships. Thoughts on fog. There are days that progress like endive. Off white and bright and eventuating in tips of green. They are subtle and complex in their mutedness. Senses sharpen, like vision at dusk. Not like the popsicle sweetness of American summer. Colors so thick, syrupy, violent almost. Under a scrim of fog, trees drink, thoughts clarify, flow easily, tributaries. Thoughts on praxis and legacy (thoughts on fog). Most mornings I wake up and I hear my friend working in his studio. I spend several hours reading and looking at screens communicating. He is in the last season of his life and I’m approaching middle. He’s not interested in the ideas and aesthetics I’m interested in and when we discuss our reasons for making things we don’t resolve and reconcile them.
Most days I see what I’ve done on this day for the last five years. This has an unexpected and profound effect on my understanding of my seasons. The way I swerve towards familiar patterns and build on certain practices. My relationship to this media is so far beyond good or bad. I feel cyborg and inextricably linked
Revisiting some of these photos again... less and less clarity... fascinating to track the prismatic way these images reflect fleeting dispositions, connotations
Watched this event in disbelief with a group of friends in N California. Trying to understand how tech elites launching spacecraft is becoming normalized and looking around for perspective I came across this talk from #evadíaz on the @e_flux podcast
Pretty cool day hanging with Jarvis
Love to @2727californiastreet - a community art center and residency program in Berkeley. I had a great time at the first thursdays potluck and I’m looking forward to participating more in this space and community 💗
#angeladavis and #jreidmiller discussing Jerry’s new book Stain Removal. #looting #foraging
#perceptualloop (s) @bbk41
Excellent work from #katecrawford and #vladenjoler looking at the obfuscated material, labor and ideological conditions of AI and the vectorialist class. There’s a dedicated site for this work at anatomyof.ai with an impressive visual map of concepts, data and relationships. The work is being shown at V&A in their current Artificially Intelligent exhibit
I appreciate Maria’s commitment to questioning and experimenting, facilitating interdisciplinary and critically engaged socially-oriented projects to stimulate ‘discursive events’ - a recurring interest of hers. These texts from 1997-2010 show her sustained inquiry into shifting modes of artistic practice from the institutional side. The Collaborative Turn and Stopping My Process essays frame a moment in social practice, institutional critique and her position well. Actualization of Space; The Case of Oda Projesi is a useful essay that describes the inspiring work of the Turkish collective and critically investigates the theory and institutional engagement with the social practice phenomenon. I like her loosening of the center / periphery binary into relative peripheries and her emphasis of Miwon Kwon’s concept of locale- towards extraspatial discursive vectors that find us less in physical locations and more in dispersed dialogical systems. There’s a kind of gentleness in Maria’s way, an aversion to polemics. I’m also engaging the writing of Claire Bishop about common trends and artists - who has less of an aversion to the polemical. There’s a particular piece by Christine Borland’s called Hela Hot which Maria writes about that I’m fixated on. It takes cancer cells that have outlived their hosts and places them in a gallery. This feels poignant and scary to me at this moment while rehearsing kinds of thinking that deprivilege the Individual- better thought of as a vector- and emphasizes the concept moving through. #marialind #miwonkwon #clairebishop #christineborland
#ursulabiemann Ideas rush by like weather events. The art is not to freeze them
A Sunday feeling Saturday and a Sunday that feels outside of time. The seasons are cooling, the air thinning. The shorter days and lesser sun makes me plan more gatherings with friends. It’s a time of year for full kitchens with warm light and hearty smells. I’ve been either burying my head in the sand or fighting for the space to think on different scales. It’s quiet and warm this morning. Still, the birds calm. It’s still early... still... early... and I sit outside reading. A man walks by with several voices, making unusual sounds, some deep and upsetting and some light like child’s laughter. His monkey mind I think. His monkey mind in my monkey mind. Breathe. My shoulders relax. How long have I been holding them in this contortion? Last week someone touched me in my hip and I was on top of a rock in Central Park. Like when I was young and the Alice sculpture felt like a small village. The birds are upset and the sky becomes loud with their anxious noises. A car engine. More car engines. A siren. A short siren. Long roaring tears and sharp little bursts. Just for moments and then it’s quiet. Not quiet but more quiet. Not still, but the birds seem calm. Shutterfly Holiday Preview. SF Performances: Seong-Jin Cho. AAA Tropical and Cruise Vacations. Shoot the Frame 36 Hours Left to Upload Photos. I return to my essay, Her subjective video essay is based on documentary material, which also problematizes the role of new information technology and the military complex within this trade: wherever there are military bases, there is a market for prostitutes. Remote Sensing is part of Ursula Biemann’s larger project....