In Ridicule Of Spectacle

Experimental Sound Studio: Project Space, February 2009
 
This was a performance, drawing session, and photo shoot to bridge the disciplines of art and dressmaking through the act of modeling.  To develop this piece, I investigated the idea of being tarred and feathered, the alchemical symbol of the blackened mirror, and butoh performance images.  The  visual narrative took on a textural layer with writer Sara Levine's prose poem "In Which the Seamstress Speaks."  I am continually interested in how personal identity can be shaped through material interactions, and enjoy rearranging fairy tale outcomes to escape set orders.


The result of this project is a series of hand made look books for RedShift, one of which is in The Joan Flasch Artist's Book Collection.

There's a fine line between self-reflection and self-voyeurism.  

Look beyond the red dotted swatch for details...

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A poem by Paul Shullenberger in response to "In Ridicule Of Spectacle"

party hat central calling
elusive tassels’ nonesuch
numinous graffiti hotline:
does a stitch in time throw
clocks out of whack?

wear your words lightly
if they float you’re there
grains of sand are feathers
through foo stints as hair

stutter-dance with doodles
peripherally lensed
landscape’s scalp massage it
grab knead twang the air
--for kristin mariani



Many thanks to Carol McCurdy, Ella Stauber, David Ettinger, Sara Levine, Adam Vida, and Alex Inglizian

Return Relief

Audible at ESS, Chicago: June 28th - August 17th

Return Relief is a site-specific deinstallation drawing and extension of my exhibit Thread Tracings: a Dressmaker’s Still Life. Bringing a fresh supply of materials to the gallery space, and using the pinholes of the preceding installation as a guide, I created a new description of the artwork’s progression in time. The result was a large-scale wall drawing, a retracing of the original labor in relief form.

Wall drawing: thread, straight pins, ball-point pins, safety pins, tailors’ chalk, pencil, silk strips, ric rac, marker layout dots, sticker dots, wooden stretchers, steel rods, bobbins

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Thread Tracings: A Dressmaker’s Still Life

Audible at ESS May 2 – June 15, 2008

Thread Tracings is a series of over 100 embroidered drawings created from a dressmaker’s raw materials: needle, thread, and muslin. The compositions are created in sequence; threads pulled from the structure of the cloth hold a memory of linear form. This form, sometimes tangled, sometimes open, is captured in the process of tracing, and then recreated with an embroidered backstitch. The newly stitched lines, all the same length, seem to float on the surface of the cloth but on closer inspection are embedded within it. The work is an exploration of repetitive action over time, creating a vocabulary of memory from the filamentary remnants found within the dressmaker’s studio.

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Duet With Lynn Book: http://vimeo.com/8999859

Carving Distance

A small feeling found in an image,

A large feeling backlogged in a body,

The feeling of pulled out eyes, siting

Sitting down on a plain, a dream bed view

Of people, all kinds, mostly family-like

In rooms, infirm, unlucky and waiting

Always waiting, as close as breath or

Teeth ground once or forever, like

Time, and wind, water and the rest

On rock, on well-whispered verse dirt

Red, gray-streaked-ochres and almost

Purple, almost as if to burst open what is

Not washed away from poured-out clouds

Or whatever the multiverse fashions of its

Myriad, mumbled and slung round stuff

Scaped, racing and struck loopy by pulls

And pull-pulses and rubber nosed pussies

Or something like that: flamed, crevassed

With arms and other limbs that swing but

Mostly reach burnt and calloused out

Hollows.  This is what is behind the words

That floated up last, in the bed boat, this

Morning with leg skin embrace in patches

Branch over branch, bone rumbles and whirs

Loose life soft-all, a momentary calm

While recall strikes a lonely path out of the

Mouth part, tongue sprouted up from heart

Of heart-shaped dream cell, a thought, more

Feeling, feeling less image, but here with

My fingers I do the thing I ask of sadness

: to carve love out of distance …

- Lynn Book