If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea… Antoine de Saint Exupery There’s something almost obscene about seeing a boat out of water, like catching your grandmother naked or finding out […]
Continue Reading →Here’s this billboard in Hunters Point advertising postcards. “Pick up US Postcards. available 24/7. 101 Hall by PT. Office.” Not even proper grammar, just this broken commercial poetry. Postcards… that weird artifact of tourism and displacement, that thing you send to prove you were somewhere else, somewhere better, somewhere worth documenting. “Wish you were here”, […]
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Most of this is complete bullshit. Not because the artists are frauds, though some are, but because they’re trying. They’re performing performing. They’ve got this idea in their heads about what transgressive looks like, what experimental sounds like, what matters, and they’re executing that idea with all the spontaneity of a tax return. And then […]
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Looking at this rehearsal documentation, what strikes me is how Astrid understands that authenticity isn’t some precious thing you excavate from your soul like a goddamn archaeological dig. It’s messier than that. It’s the collision between what you’re trying to say and the violence of actually saying it. Her piece traffics in that space between […]
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There’s this moment when you roll up to San Juan Bautista, mission número fifteen in the chain, if anyone’s counting, which they shouldn’t be, and the whole place just hits differently. Not in some postcarded up, sanitized heritage way, but like walking into a room where ghosts still pay rent. The thing squats on a […]
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“Our job may be to open up a temporary utopian/distopian space, a de-militarized zone in which meaningful “radical” behavior and progressive thought are hopefully allowed to take place, even if only for the duration of the piece. In this imaginary zone, both artist and audience members are given permission to assume multiple and ever changing […]
Continue Reading →You walk into the Performance Art Institute expecting some precious meditation on process, maybe a little performative navel gazing with power tools as props. What you get instead is Angrette dropping a fucking bomb on the whole polite machinery of artistic intention, and she does it with hammers, two by fours, the San Francisco Building […]
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