Heterogeneous Spectacles(Jamie Lyons News) ❖ Jamie Lyons

June 5, 2011 · Industries

Catching Fire in a Gymnasium

The title: I Am America. As if the work itself is saying, this howling, this reaching for something beyond commerce and comfort and the whole sick machinery, this is what America actually is when you strip away everything false. And the Workcenter doing Ginsberg in a gym, that quintessentially American space of humiliation and aspiration, […]

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June 1, 2011 · Individualism

Heels Down on Mission

What we’ve got here is the whole beautiful fucked up contradiction laid out at ankle level. Those heels, man. They’re not asking permission, they’re not apologizing, they’re just there in the frame like some kind of manifesto written in sequins and fuck you platform architecture. This is what happens when the theater of identity stops […]

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May 5, 2011 · Industries

Electric Party Songs in a Dying Basement: Grotowski Workcenter at Vericocha

Vericocha… is dying. Not in some romantic, poetic way, but in the way all good spaces in the Mission are dying now, rent creeping up, city breathing down their neck, same old San Francisco story of things that matter getting squeezed out for things that pay. It’s one of those spots you walk past a […]

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April 22, 2011 · Industries

Grotowski Workcenter Electric Party

The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is not a squat, not a nightclub, not someone’s living room where furniture gets shoved against the walls and something unrepeatable happens at 3:12 AM. It’s a museum. White walls, institutional lighting, the whole architecture of cultural legitimacy. And somehow, impossibly, the Workcenter agreed to bring Electric Party […]

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April 20, 2011 · Industries

Off-Duty Mystics in a Moving Box

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids. Hunter S. Thompson I don’t know what the fuck I expected. You show up at a museum, they hustle you into an elevator, and suddenly you’re trapped in a metal box with strangers while someone’s doing something that might […]

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March 4, 2011 · Absolute Solipsism

Between Floors, Between Selves or The Vertical Nowhere

Here I am, dissolving into your my fucking testimony. I’m not even trying to be present, am I? I hit the button, the doors slide shut, and instead of standing there like a regular citizen of the vertical transit system, I’m already half gone, vibrating at some frequency the fluorescent tubes can barely keep up […]

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February 16, 2011 · Individualism

This Is What It Actually Costs

Comfort is a fucking lie we tell ourselves. Pretty is a lie. You want pretty, go buy a goddamn Hallmark card or scroll through Instagram until your eyeballs bleed from all that curated, soft-focus horseshit. These portraits of Niki, this is what an artist actually looks like. Not the romantic bullshit version, not the tortured […]

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