I like the apparatus of institutions as xrays, both machine and otherwise. Museum as material as a place made of itself. In that artist council meeting at the ica,la yesterday, we were talking about an exhibition he staged there in 2008, titled just michael asher because at that point the figuration of michael asher, is material and context within itself. We all know what will come and that is the ghost within the walls or the bones. This was when the ICA,LA was still the santa monica museum of modern art.
[a funny aside, there was a lot of talk in that meeting as well about the eventual movement of SMMoA into the ICALA. There were light tracings of the impulse, one being to follow the artist to the eastside from west. that added various opacities of class focused comments, cascading the board room. I nodded my head and we all murmured in agreement. yes there was historically a huge redline between the two sides and yes that was LA. the infrastructure of it, the tour of it. The way that time warps here in a different way someone said (unnamed because they are a friend of my ex and im still feeling 100 types of ways about it all, i wonder if they remember me) how LA was one of the places at the farthest edges of this time zone, at the farthest edges of the day. Another light trace and probably the biggest truth was that the museum could no longer afford the rent, they were a non collecting institution after all. This was said to mark the lack of a donor pool, but I'm not sure if i buy that but what do i know its only my second meeting.
Something else of an aside, on the same path though, was this moment I had when I was in marfa sometime last year, spring maybe. Friends and I sat at the kids table in the beautiful donald judd room with inlaid squares of pebbles and chairs that kiss the very edge of tables we sat at a dinner with kelly little hernandez, zoe leonard, rafa esparza, cameron rowland his gallerist and the nice people running marfa tim and his wife. We/they were talking about the dissolution of isp, a stinging subject because i had gotten an interview and though it was a long shot i wanted to have my nyc theory moment. More and more talk about the institution again, as such. But there was a specific mention about the ICA model, an unfriendly laugh. Its impulse of mutation, it’s anti regionality in service to a collation building across the field or maybe they said it was gloablization? Miami was mentioned as a joke for sure. was there even on there?
Kunsthalles
are not mentioned but are mutations of this non collecting model where instead of a canon, the contemporarty is built out. I thought of mcdonalds and that was base so i sat down quiet, didnt wanna let that slip. What do they do? Serve an internationalist art public? i dont think so. in the meeting there was talk of it being an institution of firsts. a legitimation machine, useful. thats why there needs to be so many of them. there are always more artists so there needs to be more museums.I wonder if there is an MFA program in every city an ICA is located. probably. i wonder how many of those graduates show there, not many probably.
In the meeting there was talk about living artists and what the museum can do the aim them. I agree. What does a chinati artist tomb dia money beautiful artifact residency gallery city center do? Serve the very small public is orbits around itself, the southwestern tex mex food heavy on my plate. I love things with sour cream. They all laughed and I think about it when i go into the meetings, though its only my second time. They are working on a big archival show thats why we are thinking about the past. it sounds great. the curators have been turning it over since their curatorial retreat and the results are strong. The future was an item on the agenda we didnt get to though i felt more comfortable talking about that. I wanted to plug my friends work, an archive and a bike tour. Kinda boring stuff but you know what they do the reading and dont pretend. I didnt think to bring up the greater economy of institutes of contemporary arts, because i was in the flow of the meeting and wanted to keep up, they of course had things to teach me as the youngest and least accomplished person in the room. I walk in there lightly stressed, though I used to work at the front desk at the museum and wear my leftist pride plainly. i was a laborer and therefore am a figuration of what a holistic council may offer an institute of contemporary art.
Is my insertion of these anecdotes, the same impulse or gesture as asher? Could that be infrastructure, gossip or maybe just memory can that be as much a document of art practice as the rebuilding of walls. am i too plain, too obvious? too boring even? asher and others withold in such a way that allows for space in their work, the covert political commentary is one way to make work while still being accepted by the institution. when will i learn!? im still learning i guess. ]
There is something cannibalistic about the refusal to make anything new, no new work only a rearranging, no new idea on the place of different objects next to each other and a big reveal.
What I find the most funny and boring about the history outlining the development of the sculpture as a medium is the moments of tension that are brought up by Asher and were indeed not quite impactful. He goes into the minutiae of the sculpture, feeding more and more information into the machine. Details lost during the live casting of the president and how the original sculpture was a replica but a poor replica. The one that the AIC shows is 2 inches shorter than the 6ft original. The poorness of reproduction is something that will be explored later by walter benjamin and hito sterly but what can be said about the poor replication of this image of Washington. I feel resistance because I am being forced to be the one to say it. Asher presents us with data but I want him to say it, to be the analyst because that is the institutions job. I feel like getting into an argument with him as a proxy for my anger at the institution as being not just a repository for data, or a market legitimator but as a generator of new knowledge and me a passive mouth want to just absorb it be fed by it. And then i will move on having experienced culture and it informs me as another cultural producer.
I wonder if this way of making work, one that is so extreme in its transparency of method that it becomes abstracted and incomplete, is frustrating because it is dependent and has needs. This work needs [the institution, the archive, the viewer, the canon], it's dependent and without it it wouldn't exist. But where need falls into lack is cowardice. Its lack of explicitness is in service of the institution because this work in particular allows for its political history to exist with no criticality in his own words. The statue could be anything but it happened to be a symbol of capital A America. Why do i not want to be generous to Michael!? I think he is brilliant but i want to scream i didnt know him but i want him to say fuck the US because i like him and thats the problem. I am not approaching him the way he approached the museum, I don't accept the facts as they are, rather I supplant myself. In what cycle of representational art are we in and will my anger be accepted in there?
The work is also in service of itself because it ensures the conditions for its own survival. In its restaging, it performs and ensures its reification. It proves its worth. It is a double legitimation. It allows for it to practice a semblance of self reflexivity for the duration of the exhibition and then leaves in its wake nothing, but more ephemera in terms of a catalog so that the exhibition too can be restaged at a later time.
There is nothing reformist about it though, it doesn't imagine the end of itself. It doesnt need to be. When asked at a pool party if I believed in the end of the museum, I said no there is no end at all just history and its frame and on top of it i was a communist at the time and believe in social services. The timelessness of the monument, the timelessness of the European aesthetic Asher preserves sometimes, and more often the menial infrastructure that build out the site of legitemation and fucking desire. It waits for the viewer, who already possesses a politic radical or not, to say so and to map it. This allows for a fugitivity that keeps decolonial and anti-imperialist readings ambient but not captured.
I am dealing with the realities of an extended surveillance apparatus
Gesture: give everyone in the crowd a dollar bill
homeland
if the body is home
if the headless body is land
security
if the body behaves
if the body doesnt have the pain it sometimes does (malfunction)
The horizon cutting off the head of a body
And then there is the maseca which is the ever present symbol of trade and migration in my work and ecology that material collapses it all
Movement
Headlessness as a removal of the object of fascination
and kissing
Power and technology
Images being generated
Maseca
And bottled water
(water drops, see border
And candles
T shirts - pro clubs
Linginere
I kind of don’t I really avoid and hate being seen but maybe it’s because the other
I think I’m chock full of the other
and therefore I can’t think about art or the social contract an institution like a museum or a bus stop
because I am Don Quixote and I have desire but maybe like her the anointment into the realm of pure reason and therefore critique where it’s all at stake
and I am not at the stake because the position of my body here in echo park is the position of every unemployed person rn who has ended up in a park at 1:30 pm on a tuesday
I guess what’s special about LA
the endless horizon line, I wonder if I’ll be done with the horizon, I don’t care I can do whatever as long as I’m easy on myself about it? it feels that’s what ny therapist said because she thinks I don’t express my jealousy freely enough.
I think of myself too much and my lovers and the people I’m jealous of actually. But behind that vile layer of faisca there is a knife or maybe a logic, same Martian themes.
What I want to cut away at as an artist with this work is yes this kind of latinidad or maybe this kind of brownness that is inherent in LA, rather than undoing I want to remove the social coreography and the borders or boundaries or the water between the way we naturally are and the way we are forced to be because of heterosexual raceclassgebder and the holy order of it. and the economy of it, i swear to god if i have to see an air brush bitch, i swear to god if i have to see the chrome of it.
I think I want to address the anxiety of the multiple and the anxiety and appeal of an image
I am dealing with the realities of an extended borderland
I am dealing with the realities of an extended surveillance apparatus
i need more mundane things
I think i should have a tv showing the video of the walk to and from the gallery
I need to find a way to find something that is shattered + something on the walls —- maybe the drawings if i can frame them
I want the
You built the system and that becomes multipurpose, recc rooms, waiting rooms, gallerys are all flex spaces, blurred in their use, transformable
I am thinking about working with others as a way of abstracting oneself, as a blurring and a contact point;
I know that the border is not a metaphor. Its does not create difference rather it protects sameness and that sameness is in service of the market–we use the same softwares and create profiles through cookies that makes transparent the very minutiae of our outward lives. The state targets us individual by what about the mob?
disappear in the mob.
i dont think that the crowd knowledge is not not authorship, if we lean on a black feminist practice of citation of we are clear about the labor distinctions can be it closer to a union? Or a co-op? collaboration is the way life work whether the markets find it easily saleable or not
would you approach the commune the same way a machine learning model, crowd sourced? stolen? shared?
Removal —---------------------------- multiplication
Self annihilation—-------------------- disappearance into the crowd
Refusal—----------------------------- service
Obfuscation —--------------------- encryption
Single use work—--------------multiuse system
Personal as social —------------the social relentless
care—--------------------------------need
Obligation—-------------------------------witness
Secrets—-----------------------------gossip
Show—-------------------------------infrastructure
Relationship—---------------collection
Martyrdom—————————grace (simone weil)
dissolve—----------------------------multiplication
hope———————————miracles
I dont do this because i am not selfish, i am actually a monster. I am taking bite from everyone and spitting them out and putting them together to make a frankenstein image of myself and i love it that is selfhood, that is mediation thru technology and love and the online world where i can screenshot my jealous obsession and make it my own because it is part of me.
Surveillance technology is best targeted by extreme dissolve into a collective identity. Where the data driven algorithms and automation ask for hyper individualized profiles for control, we are able to find anonymity is strategies like, black block and communal action
I dont think its accumulation tho
its a camouflage a ruin to create this shattered persona that distorts the lens of capture.
That is an identity of multiple or rather an identity that is shaped by the entry into the collective? How do i make this really simple and clear?
The commune and its realities??????
I guess what is weird about this genre of “participary” is the fact that its names as such, what is just co-authorship, its weird like calling a video game participatory art or a film. I think what marks it, the field operated on hierarchy and of course that is analogous to capital
Blurring identity with others as a way to counter surveillance and branding what is a solo if not a way to ciruclate more easy. you think people will come?
the virtual can be a place where you hide also build. i think its hot to think about opacity and hiding but if you cant hide. i am s0 sun burnt, and not in a regular way but in a way that is a second degree burn. im peeling. why didnt i protect myself where is my self preservation. i dont have any. how do build that for myself. my work has been like pure and searing burning. i both am desperate to be colored by the sun but dont have any limits. the virtual isnt a limit, its limitless in the way capital can be limitless and compounding. its the realm of the speculative and compounding not the real.
what do i want to feel? supported? loved? like i am smart and clever and can do a good job? my emotional register is stunted.a moment of change but i only know that to be rupture and pain. i can transmute it into something meaningful like im supposed to. constant value creation. i keep on hurting myself dont find comfort. but i do live a comfortable life. i live in a war zone but im lucky, the threat in immanent but not specifically threatening.
i’m always told i need to relax and maybe so.
NOT HIDING AT ALL
VULNERABILITY IS WHAT I/WE WERE BORN INTO
NOT BAD
Look i can pull this away from just the border and into resistance and different and cutting the pulling back of skin a wound the barrier
look forgive me but Deleuze was right!
difference is not the issue, social differenciation is the stuff of it all. thats the generator that why we have organs that scream but all keep digesting.
i think the barriers and contact point of bodies and plants and the stuble body psychic tech self is absolutely life giving.
And hyper vis
What borders do is protect sameness.
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me bc I'm falling for an ai
or VISABLE BORDERS
Virtuality
+ Visability
V****ty
+ V****ty
July 6, 2025
I think what i mean is that the border or the logic of the border becomes diffuse, it is no longer material but rather it is virtualized like a fog over the land, minds and relationships.
Its both legislative when BP can extend the border 100 miles in any direction or when self disclosure within state and commercial capital apparatus is ingrained in social self worth. Vi***lty is paramount for these systems, but what about borders right
they bring about these lovers. she once told me that boundaries are borders and i know what they meant even though it was crazy.
I think its important to note that when I mean v***l i do not always mean digital but rather i exploit because its my turn bitch
I think i do consider my work spiritual even though i have this really base part of me that resistss it because i dont like the circles that a new age sort of crunchy vibe (that i truthfully come from lol i need to remember that i went to do mushrooms in topanga as a teen and hyperventalated with white women under blankets and we walked about our illnesses) but i have changed and matured and maybe that maturation is conformity but not really because i feel like i am the closest ive ever been to a true spirituality, my lifes path is to grow closer to that, i am so devotional. But how can i reconcile this with my interest in less about an altar and more about a transcendent and transformational experience. OR MAYBE ITS IS AN ALTAR
But also these fucking symbolic images–
July, 1, 2025