Lately it has made the most sense for me to write in the genre of “the list,” so here is a list….
Things I’ve been thinking about:
The sculptures of Cy Twombly
Images of connective tissues
Diagrams of the urinary tract
The work of Arlene Shechet
An article called “Cathy Wilkes’ care-full matter-scapes:
female affects of care, feminist materiality and vibrant things.”
A reimagining of what the term “Still Life” means right now
The practice of rubbing one’s own shoulders before bed
The verbs “spread” “split” and “halt” as they relate to my travel patterns in the last three years
The sculptures of Franz West
A photo I took 11 months ago of a marble statue’s hand on it’s own arm
The Rilke quote: “Art too is just a way of living, and however one lives, one can, without knowing, prepare for it; in everything real one is closer to it, more its neighbor…”
Virginia Woolf’s A Room of Ones Own
Mierle Laderman Ukeles’ Manifesto for Maintenance Art
The emotional labor required to let go of romantic love and reconcile with its traces
The work of Rebecca Warren
Maggie Nelson’s The Argonauts
The outline of a body in the fetal position
The way the line between cooking and making ones work starts to blur
when your kitchen is used as a studio
The idea of nourishment, the idea of what is “essential.”
The sensation of touching something through latex gloves; mediated touch.
A quiet sense of resolve to be very gentle with oneself.
I do not call this an explanation of the work, rather I think of it as a supportive creature that nuzzles its face against the leg of the work, grounding it.