Formalism is a dirty word––a bad object––and perhaps this is what makes it such an exciting, yet slippery, site to engage. Plagued by universalist goals of purity, autonomy, self-reflexivity, and political indifference, formalism certainly seems bankrupt. Yet... happy
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Dyke Action Machine, Family Circle, zine published 1992.
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I HAD NOTHING TO SAY
WHILE TRYING TO GRAPPLE WITH SOMETHING THAT SEEMED SO OBVIOUS, OBTUSE, REDUNDANT.
As a kid, I was comforted by somebody typing. A tingly sensation would ensue with specific cues, but I would only identify these triggers later on. The tingly sensation happened at the airport...
Read MoreI’d like to describe a particular setting. By committing this setting to language, I’m hoping to allow it to produce its own enunciations, its own pronouncements, and announce its own limits. I want to get at something, through this setting, which has set the stage for the formation of my approach, of my work, my way of thinking.
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Aren’t Latinidad and spichood similarly fucked—the fuckedness of always already being the same or of resemblance in repetition? Even when I attempt to reassemble new skin, sick of my spic casings, I remain destined to be crucified through them. I can only discard and abandon the carcass; I’m stuck. My new being through ecdysis remains within “the order of the same.”
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In this paper, I consider works by three artists — Smithson, Roni Horn, and Felix González-Torres — as different, successive approaches to the non-human/inorganic in late modern and contemporary art. I think the displacement of the human measure of art from two related, but different perspectives.
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Interview with Antonio Viego, Conducted by Joshua Javier Guzmán September 19th 2013
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To be read aloud. In memoriam, José Muñoz and Terry Adkins.
1. The ideal rock and roll song is 3 minutes long, and I’m Listening for it like it’s living to listen for sensual disclosure.
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Three days ago, I heard this Latin translation – habeas corpus, you should have the body. It got me thinking about how impossible this sounds as an open statement, to "have the body," whether we are talking about our own body and forming it accordingly, or having another body (you should have).
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