LAMOA DS#3 presents: "Aunt Clara's Dilemma" by Won Ju Lim, March 17 - June 23, 2018
1. Space is a word that makes something of the nothing that surrounds us. Continuous and everywhere identical, space, once it is designated as such, can be subdivided into spaces. A line drawn in the sand gives two sides to space; a wall erected on the line fortifies the division; and with the addition of adjoining, enclosing walls, an interior is excerpted from the exterior. But were this structure left without any opening, it would merely be a thing in space. The delimiting function of walls would amount to nothing without the addition of entrances and exits. 2. During his period of exile in Los Angeles, Theodor Adorno heard sounds of slamming all around him. “What does it mean for the subject that there are no more casement windows to open, but only sliding frames to shove, no gentle latches but turntable handles, no forecourt, no doorstep before the street, no wall around the garden?” The attrition of the threshold in the American home, while seeming to promise greater transparency to the street and a refreshed spirit of civic conviviality, does just the opposite. All attention is drawn toward the remaining barrier, which takes on a sinister and oppressive mien. Particularly vexing for him was this “turntable handle”—the industrialized retooling of the old lever handle—the doorknob. “Thus,” he writes, “the ability is lost to close a door quietly and discretely, yet firmly.” A whole dialectics of outside and inside dissolves around the turn of the wrist coaxed by this domestic accessory. 3. Witches, as they appear on the television sitcom Bewitched (1964-1972), are figures perfectly at home in continuous space. Doors present no obstacle to them. With an effortless snap of the fingers or a twitch of the nose they can pierce the rigid boundaries of private life, a wanton transgression of the spatial economy of mid-century suburbia. The show’s protagonist, Samantha, must suppress her magical powers to suit the wishes of her continually alarmed husband, Darren. This is a problem, although it pales next to that of her Aunt Clara, whose powers are on the wane. Unable to clear the hurdle of the door in her old age and encroaching senility, Aunt Clara becomes a fetishistic collector of doorknobs. 4. “Aunt Clara’s Dilemma” is an exhibition by Won Ju Lim about doorknobs, thresholds, and the moment when the old dialectic of outsides and insides becomes a mise-en-abyme. There have always been doors, and doors, in order to be opened and closed, have always been equipped with handles. Once they were carved by hand to fit back into the hand. Then machines inherited the task as a standardized ergonomic ratio. Now, the machines, having progressed to customized algorithms, deliver a handle that could directly respond to your hand. As the old model Apple computers once asked, “Where do you want to go today?” "Aunt Clara's Dilemma" is an exhibition taking place simultaneously in two, if not three locations. LAMOA DS#3 shows a retrofitted model of the exhibition concurrently on view at DXIX Projects https://www.dxixprojects.com (Feb 25 -April 20). The model has been enlarged, fragmented, and inverted to create a collaboration between the original model and the display system. Won Ju Lim (b. 1968, Gwangju, South Korea; lives and works in Los Angeles) received her MFA from Art Center College of Design, Pasadena in 1998. Recent solo exhibitions include California Dreamin’, San Jose Museum of Art, San Jose, CA; Aunt Clara’s Dilemma, DXIX Projects, Venice, CA; and Raycraft is Dead, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, San Francisco, CA. She is the recipient of the 2015 COLA Individual Artist Fellowship, 2014 Creative Capital Award, 2013 Freund Fellowship, 2007 Rockefeller Foundation Media Arts Fellowship, among others. Los Angeles Museum of Art (LAMOA), an experimental exhibition space founded by Alice Könitz in 2012, is a “platform for an organic institution that lives through participation.” LAMOA was featured in the Hammer Museum’s “Made in L.A. 2014” and won the Mohn Award for artistic excellence. Won Ju Lim’s “Aunt Clara’s Dilemma” is the ninth exhibition in LAMOA DS#3 at Commonwealth and Council. |
LAMOA DS#3 presents: "Given" by Gabie Strong 2017
Invocations, 2017 -Overhead, a raven (video, 7 minutes)
-Overhead a raven (audio, 30 minutes)
Given, 2017
Light-jet print, mounted to board
8 x 7 inches
Photographer: Agnes Bolt
Relics and Fetishes, 2017
Mirror glass, volcanic rocks, paint, eucalyptus leaves, eucalyptus branch, pepper leaves, pepper seeds, antique litho print, anitque postcard, seashell,
Dimensions variable
-Overhead a raven (audio, 30 minutes)
Given, 2017
Light-jet print, mounted to board
8 x 7 inches
Photographer: Agnes Bolt
Relics and Fetishes, 2017
Mirror glass, volcanic rocks, paint, eucalyptus leaves, eucalyptus branch, pepper leaves, pepper seeds, antique litho print, anitque postcard, seashell,
Dimensions variable
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LAMOA DS#3 presents: "An Oversized Object" by David Polzin July 30 - October 2016
David Polzin's (b. 1982 in Hennigsdorf, Germany; lives and works in Berlin and Los Angeles) studied sculpture at the Kunsthochschule Berlin Weißensee with Eran Schaerf and Karin Sander (2003-09) and the Bezalel Academy of Fine Arts and Design Jerusalem (2006-07). He received a work scholarship from the Jürgen Ponto-Foundation (2010-2011) and the Cultural exchange stipend of the federal state of Berlin—Visual arts: L.A. (2015-16).
Dismantling (LAMOA at Occidental College)
The two year residency of LAMOA at Occidental College will end with Neha Choksi's exhibition Dismantling (LAMOA at Occidental College). The future of the Los Angeles Museum of Art is uncertain. It will live on in various display systems and hopefully find a new place, but it will be on hiatus for a while.
Choksi's exhibition anticipates the imminent break up of the structure. Her project reflects on the event in an essay that will be published on the LAMOA blog, and in literally taking the structure apart, and reassembling it as a pile of materials stacked up in reverse order at the Herrick Lawn at Occidental College.
Printed copies of the essay will be available on site.
Exhibition: May 22 to June 17, 2017
Closing Reception: Saturday, June 17
6-9pm
Neha Choksi
DISMANTLING
LAMOA at Occidental College
Exhibition: May 22 to June 17, 2017
Closing reception: Saturday, June 17, from 6pm to 9pm
I have been thinking about Alice Könitz’s Los Angeles Museum of Art or LAMOA, of her generous, generative and collaborative vision, and of the death of LAMOA. After my exhibition here ends, sometime in June, LAMOA will cease operations as a visible and accessible public space.
I find myself thinking that one will inevitably experience my exhibition as a funeral, a wake, or a visit to the hospital before the final putting to rest. My exhibition will be a foretaste of the death of that space, the free-standing, free-spirited structure wedged on the lawn between a library and an interfaith chapel at Occidental College.
When faced with fresh materials, a blank page, unused pens, unsharpened pencils, empty gallery walls, or an uninhabited space, I think of the plenitude inside the tabula rasa, the unexplored in terra incognita, a kind of via negativa to God or higher powers. I think not of the potential, but of the actual presence of absence. The vibrating infinity and the vibrating emptiness thrumming and traveling like a finger tracing a Moebius strip.
“The most beautiful is the object / which does not exist,” to quote the opening words of Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert’s 1961 poem, “Study of the Object.”1
1 To resume Zbigniew Herbert’s poem, “...neither/blindness/nor/death/can take away the object which does not exist...now you have/empty space/more beautiful than the object//more beautiful than the place it leaves/it is the pre-world/a white paradise/of all possibilities....” The poem is in
Zbigniew Herbert, Selected Poems, trans. Czeslaw Milosz and Peter Dale Scott, with an intr. by A.
Alvarez (Penguin Books, 1968), pp. 104-8; and in
The Collected Poems: 1956-1998, trans. Alissa Valles (Ecco reprint, 2007, pp 193-196.
I find myself asking countless questions:
Is a pile, a stack, or a sheaf of unused materials closer to the infinite?
If I empty myself of all thoughts, as if that is possible before death clears the mind, will I be
closer to perfection?
If I lost all senses, if I hallucinate after ingesting the right agent, or if I lie warmly in a
sensory deprivation tank, are those not related? In its perverted gothic opulence, isn’t a
sensory deprivation tank self-consciously empty, challengingly blank or aloof, and thus
exceedingly inviting like a mesmerizing and attractive magnet. One can hallucinate in a
sensory deprivation tank, and then, surely, that is an experience that leads back to the
Moebius strip.
I continue filling my mind, thinking of LAMOA:
If I filled a space completely or if I left it vacant, are those not similar gestures?
Does empty space distance us or revive us?
Does the horror vacui distance us or revive us?
Closer to home, thinking about art:
Is a black monochrome the equivalent to a wall of sheer noise or is utter silence a more
apt parallel?
Is a monochrome’s complete suffusing a suffocation or a generous opening?
Is the monochrome deathly drained or vividly full?
All these questions just because my phone died. The day before the first anniversary of my friend Norman’s death, I was given his phone to use. I activated the phone with my SIM card. I turned it on. Many windows were open, all of them from his last night on earth. Dozens of messages unanswered. Over 50 emails. Various apps open. Music he must have last listened to. Videos he had shot. I was on my way to teach a video class and I realize I have been carrying around the last video Norman made before he went to sleep and failed to get up. It was at the yacht club with a band playing live music. Erica and he had been sailing that day and were planning to sail the next morning. Erica and he, entwined and happy, circle round and round and the camera circles with them. She posted it on Facebook after he passed on and I recognized it immediately on the phone’s screen. I played it for a friend. The delight on his face makes me miss him even more.
That day in class I screened two artist films, both centering on death and afterlives. The choice
was planned prior to my phone situation, and the unintentional intersection of my personal
experience and the life of the classroom seemed like an omen, an entirely appropriate and fitting overlap.
The films shown were The Propeller Group’s “The Living Need Light The Dead Need Music” and Cécile B. Evans’ “Hyperlinks (Or It Didn’t Happen).” Both works center on life after death, on the persistence of the dead, in making visible the invisible. The living need light, as one title says.
TPG’s work is hallucinatory, magical, rooted in a culture full of ritual; it features a gender
ambiguous character haunting Vietnam’s urbanscape and countryside. CBE’s work is rhizomatic
and full of voices speaking from the space of re-created or pre-created characters; it features a digitally rendered likeness of Philip Seymour Hoffman, with other virtual actors including a spam bot, an agorophobic YouTube celebrity, and Haku, a holographic pop star from Japan crooning Alphaville’s “Forever Young.” Both works deploy captivating music. The dead need music, as the title ends.
We dance, enmeshed in ritual and hyperlinks. The living and the dead coexist, co-infiltrate. And yet, how does comparing a living thing with a dead thing make sense? How does comparing, say living Arabic to dead Latin help us? A lobster in the pot to a rabbit in the meadow? Norman in the video to Norman in the urn?
And Norman’s ashen body, if not his being, is now an object imprinted with residual subjectivity. It is gratuitous, not generous.
Isn’t this a world saturated with longing and mourning, desire and death? I want to reckon with this foresight, if I may call it that, in my work for LAMOA. I want to assemble something at LAMOA that has in-built the forewarning of passing away, of death, of stasis, of regrouping before the reincarnation.
I want to go backwards.
Ada Leverson, a novelist and friend to Oscar Wilde, suggested that he take the step of publishing a book that was all margin.
I want to make my exhibition at LAMOA function as all margin, a space imprinted with residual subjectivity. It will be gratuitous instead of generous. It will be another kind of body. With the
center collapsed, the margin emanates without. My LAMOA will be an exhibition without walls
that flips the trope of using empty space as art. The body of the margin swells; it is simultaneously philosophic and aesthetic.
The phone is about 3 x 5.5 inches and weighs a fraction of the weight of his urn, which is on
Erica’s shelf, right next to the cameras he loved to use to document his work in theater and next
to the television on which Erica and I watched the 2016 election as it unfolded, and where she
curled into a foetus when Wisconsin looked doomed.
Alice’s LAMOA is around 12 x 8 feet in plan, say 10 feet tall. About the size of a large garden shed or a couple of manatees in love. Currently it is on the lawns of Occidental College as a “platform
for an organic institution that lives through participation.” It has witnessed so many exhibitions
over its life, since it first opened in December 2012 in Alice’s side-yard. And yet, unlike Norman,
this death of LAMOA is foretold.
I have been wondering about which gesture of mine at LAMOA will signal both death and afterlife. (And even if it is not obvious to anyone else, how can I honor Norman who sits in my bones and on my tongue.)
What does it mean to disappear without invoking magic? What does it mean to remember when
each act of remembering is a creative act? As Friedrich Schlegel says, “No poetry, no reality,” a rather romantic way to express that our experience of the real is dependent on the work of
poetic imagination.2 To put things together, to organize a memory, is to create a vision anew.
When I was first invited by Alice to exhibit at LAMOA I asked if I could destroy some portion of
the structure and she asked what part I was thinking of. I remembered Meg Cranston telling me
about a work she had done at a sculpture park in Europe where the only instruction had been to
the groundskeeper not to mow a certain square of lawn over the course of the exhibition. I asked Alice if I could remove and destroy the floorboards, let the lawn grow. She had readily agreed because she thought they were scuffed beyond reuse. I was thinking of inking the floorboards to
make prints of them, of the surviving marks of use. It would be a way to overburden the space with itself, its echo, its memory.
Although this idea fulfilled my desire to signal death and afterlife, I found it too aestheticized and emotionally temperate, whereas my soul howled hot and angry, full of passion. Sometimes I felt
that if I filled LAMOA with a single stick of dynamite it would be the same as emptying it of itself; materializing the empty space that allows the artist, the dreamer, the fantasist, the hallucination
itself free play. As an artist, I would be both fulfilling and abdicating the role of seeing into the
future.
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2 One of Friedrich Schlegel’s Athenaeum fragments in Philosophical Fragments, trans. Peter Firchow (Minneapolis: U. of Minnesota Press, 1991), p. 70.
But at that point I had not yet visited LAMOA as sited on the lawns at Occidental College. I did go
a couple of weeks ago, and on a whim asked Alice if I could stone the structure. Her
immediate alarm was palpable. I interpreted her response to mean that by stoning her beloved structure I was somehow violating her generosity, or at least her faith in artists. I then modified
my query. I was thinking about how to weave the marks the rocks leave into the flesh of LAMOA
as a mutual entanglement, something tender, despite the assumed aggression. I asked: Could I
stone it from the inside? She felt easier about that. Somehow the visibility of the outward action
and the external attack on the structure felt invasive whereas contaminating, hurting, pock-
marking and eating the space from within felt homely. 3 The interiorized (as if self-inflicted) violence was acceptable.4
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3 Anthropologist Michael Taussig’s notion of defacement is apt, as pointed out by Dan Bustillo in an e-mail correspondence in favor of me stoning LAMOA from within. They write, “The version of LAMAO that appeals to me most is the stoning from within. I find it way more powerful (and it is also closer to my own interests and research: the element of secrecy and privacy...). I also think of the immortality of the witch, of the accused, of the person who was stoned. I think of the building as a body here, whereas the lawn inside becomes too much of a plot, a burial. I know I mentioned this already but re-reading your text made me think of Taussig's notion of defacement. In his book, Defacement, he departs from Robert Musil's idea that the most striking thing about monuments is that we barely notice them. Musil says that "we cannot say that we do not notice them, but that they de-notice us." Taussig pushes this idea a little further and says that monuments and statues seem invisible (or achieve a status of invisibility) and become animate when they are defaced. Basically they are so invisible that their defacement is inevitable and when they are defaced they become visible, so there is a contradiction in 'defacing' a state monument for example as an act of protest. BUT he also says that it is not simple to say that defacing a monument reifies the monument and through it, state power. For Taussig, this defacement issues " a hemorrhage of sacred force." Defacement becomes a sacred act in a way. He also explores "the status of buffers" and the relationship between center and periphery and says that "Friendship is a buffer. So is secrecy." I am thinking of your mention of the margins here, the interior violence of stoning, and presence of absence.” April 26, 2017.
4 Alice wrote back via e-mail upon reading a draft of my text: “[...]When I set out on establishing LAMOA the exhibitions were seen as a collaboration between two artists. My structure was perceived as an exhibition space, but it was clear at the same time that it was also an art project, a sculpture that I made. After running LAMOA for almost five years it became less of a collaboration between two artists and more of a curated exhibition space. I feel that with your engagement with the structure you turn the situation back into a collaboration. I'm glad you decided on stacking the parts in the end, rather than destroying them. I wanted to clarify my reaction, which in a polite conversation at an opening might have not come across entirely: I see LAMOA and other things that I create as an extension of myself [I feel connected to them]. I'm not particularly attached to the replaceable physical parts that constitute it, but the gesture of throwing rocks at it is both a symbolic and a real act of violence against the thing that I put into the public space. ...To me the gesture of violence doesn't make any sense directed at an institution that you describe as generous. ...[I]t felt less violating to have the stones thrown out from the inside [because] it would have felt slightly more sanctioned, like a play about violence
The violence.
I stayed with the violence long after I forgot about the floorboards, the dynamite, the rocks.
“The outer gaze alters the inner thing, by looking at an object we destroy it with our desire.”5
I realized that, yes, I do desire, I want to dismember LAMOA with my desire. I long to honor death with the tender violence of my desire.
I want not to represent within the walls, I want to present the emptiness within. To present not sign but space. In this, the work of art exceeds its container, it is no longer an image but an expanse. (I want to stage the space—as theater; not memorialize it—not as museum.) I want to disassemble the entire body of LAMOA, back into its constituent parts: all those doors, posts, beams, hardware, concrete footings, corrugated roof, floor boards and a whole host of nails.
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within the perimeters of the theater. But you're right, it would have been just as aggressive, and to be honest I was less excited about it than I let on. ...Both acts of course are staged acts of violence, with the former I'm openly at the receiving end, with the latter I might just be hosting a ritual, but it may in fact be that I'm at the receiving end of a more sadistic act.” In a subsequent follow up e-mail, she clarified: “Let me reiterate that I don't find anything more positive or homely about self-directed aggression than other aggression, on the contrary. It was maybe a wishful misunderstanding of your proposal on my part. It's a question of direction: Somebody hurling stuff at the museum, directing the aggression towards it on one side, versus somebody throwing stuff out: undirected mad aggression that doesn't get past the walls. I saw a possibility to not read the second one directed at the museum, but at an unknown. That's why I felt slightly more comfortable with it, it seemed to not be directed at me so much.” May 14 and May 15, 2017.
5 As fiction author and Columbia University professor Ben Marcus notes in The Age of Wire and String (Illinois: Dalkey Archive Press, 1995), p. 3.
Alice’s material list:
PVC roofing material 7 sheets
4in x 6in x 10ft posts 6 pieces
2in x 4in x12ft rafters 12 pieces
2 x 4 x 16in spacers 30 pieces
2 x 4 x 8in spacers 3 pieces
Roughly 90 roofing screws
2 x 4 x 160in wall plate
2 pieces 2 x 4 x 107in wall plate
2 pieces 2 x 4in x 8ft rail cover top 2 pieces
2 x 4 x 70in rail cover top 4 pieces
2 x 6in x 8ft rail cover side 4 pieces
2 x 6 x 70in rail cover side 8 pieces
2 x 6 x 71in cross braces 4 pieces
2 x 6 x 97in cross braces 2 pieces
8ft aluminum track 4 pieces
70in aluminum track 8 pieces
24 track wheels
4 x 8ft x 3/4in cabinet plywood for floor 3 pieces
4 x 8ft x 3/4in cabinet plywood for subfloor four and a half pieces
2 x 8 x 110in floor joists 12 pieces
2 x 8 x 7in floor joist spacers 12 pieces
2 x 3 x 6in joist hangers metal connectors 26 pieces
8in x 154in siding 2 pieces
2 x 8 x 103in siding 2 pieces
3 x 4 x 7in post anchors 6 pieces
16 x 16 x 2in concrete squares
24 machine screws
200 wood screws
If the work of art exceeds its container my work is in reassembling the body of LAMOA for the wake. I don’t want to put it in an urn. I do not want to bury it.
I have a score to help me make this work. This score exists not merely as an instructional chart, but as a paean in praise of transience, our lives after all the dyings. The score says: Reveal an ontological void where there was once an object. The work will be a construction around an emptiness, an openness; there will be nothing hidden.
Michael Thompson, a sociologist famous for his Rubbish Theory, argues that rubbish, our waste or leftovers, occupy a cultural space between the transient and the durable. So I embrace rubbish. I embrace the leftovers of LAMOA.
I have a couple of options as I see them:
I can lay each constituent component of LAMOA on the grass, embedded just enough in
the ground to be flush with the soil, in a pattern like an unfolded carton, or scattered afield
all along the lawn in groupings of kin material and shapes.
I can restack the pieces of LAMOA upside down. I can reorganize them so that the roofing
material touches the soil and the concrete footings weigh everything down from up in the
air. The pile will be within the footprint of the dismantled LAMOA.
This latter option is, finally, the one I choose to enact. Dust to dust as reincarnation.
This is tabula rasa as created, not as something given to us. This is action itself, not substrate therein. The whole disassembled into its constituent parts plays with figure-ground relationships (or composes a new figure-ground relationship). My work will be both figure and ground, my exhibition will provide context and object at once.
Norman is figure and ground for me, and now that he is gone, I remember him, the negative space he has left behind, and each remembering is an act of invention.
Learning to see negative space is healthy. Mourning is a healthy adjustment to reality.
Stanley Cavell says that tragic wisdom is our acknowledgement of the limitedness of the human condition, that tragic wisdom is our understanding of the finiteness of the finite.
This death is finite. But the dyings remain potentially infinite.
Is this a tragedy or a triumph? I will leave that for you to decide.
LAMOA is dead. Long live LAMOA.
Neha Choksi Saturday, April 15, 2017, Erica’s home, Inglewood, CA Final revision, Friday, May 19, 2017, my home, Bombay, India
Isabell Spengler - Echo Chamber
Isabell Spengler's exhibition consists of two works - an installation and a video performance - both revolving around the theme of echo. The installation transforms the exhibition space of LAMOA into the home of "Vivianne Echo Starlight", a character from a film by Isabell Spengler and Daniel Adams, shot in France in 2014. The character of Starlight is loosely based on the Greek myth of the nymph Echo, who was condemned to speak only by repeating the words of others. In their film Spengler and Adams envision her as an old actress, who has trouble remembering her glorious days in Hollywood in the 1920's, now that she lives isolated in a tiny hut in the woods of Southern France.
The installation allows viewers to walk through Starlight's chambers, step into her shoes; and to share her perspective on loops, duplication, time-travelling and refractions of light and sound waves.
During the video performance, images of the hut in France are projected onto the LAMOA exhibition structure, merging the two buildings visually. The film sound is created live by Isabell Spengler and Los Angeles based artist Priyanka Ram: Starlight has a surprising comeback in her hometown - Los Angeles.
opening: Sat. April 8th, from 6pm to 9pm
performance by Isabell Spengler & Priyanka Ram at 8pm
exhibition: April 9th - May 20th, 2017
Isabell Spengler is an artist and filmmaker based in Berlin. Spengler's films are elaborate audio-visual compositions, breaching out and connecting various forms of experimental and queer film and performance practice. Inhabiting a world of self-designed costumes, props, language, logic and time-structure, her fantastic looking protagonists struggle to fit in, appropriate, transform or just live in the real environments they encounter. Since 1998 her films, installations and performances have been presented in exhibitions and festivals worldwide, including most recently at the Berlin International Film Festival, Festival du Nouveau Cinema in Montréal, Images Festival Toronto, WNDX Festival Winnipeg, Glasmoog Köln, Internationale Kurzfilmtage Oberhausen,Museum of Modern Art São Paulo, Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art Seoul, Hammer Museum Los Angeles (upcoming 2017), Trinity Square Video Gallery,Gurevich Fine Art Gallery, Redling Fine Art Gallery, Werkleitz Zentrum für Medienkunst, Halle (Saale), Kunsthalle Exnergasse Wien, Redcat Theater Los Angeles, Pleasure Dome in Toronto, Haus der Kulturen der Welt Berlin, Experimenta Bangalore and Cine Esquema Novo Festival in Porto Alegre. She studied at the University of Fine Arts Berlin and at the California Institute of the Arts. From 2004 until 2014 she was a lecturer and professor for Experimental Film at the University of Fine Arts Berlin. For her work she received numerous grants and awards; artist residencies in Los Angeles, Tel Aviv and Toronto. www.isabellspengler.net
Priyanka Ram is an artist living and working in Los Angeles, CA. Through the study of Western musical scales, ancient Greek modes, Hindustani and Carnatic ragas, Ram creates visual and sound compositions that coax relationships between time, rhythm, astronomy, the body, architecture, and color. These intersections are meant to emphasize the forces that exist within and outside the body and underscore the corporeal in an era that is soaked in the cerebral. She received her degrees in anthropology and advertising from the University of Texas at Austin in 2003 and her MFA from Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, CA in 2015.www.priyankaram.com
supported by the Senate Department for Culture and Europe
Rachel Mason - The Moving Mountain
Rachel Mason's new project, "The Moving Mountain" is a performance platform where interviews with scientists are integrated into performances that feature biographical stories both real and imagined. Mason will be using LAMOA as a songwriting studio to write songs for each of the 17 constellations attributed to human characters. This body of songs will become the foundation for performances within The Moving Mountain series. The first was on February 28 at Human Resources Gallery and was based on one star in the Andromeda constellation, Alpha Andromeda, aka Sirrah.
Rachel Mason is an artist, musician and filmmaker from Los Angeles. Mason has recorded 13 albums, has toured, exhibited sculpture, video and performance at the Whitney Museum, Queens Museum, LACMA, Detroit Museum of Contemporary Art, School of the Art Institute in Chicago, Henry Gallery in Seattle, James Gallery at CUNY, University Art Museum in Buffalo, Sculpture Center, Hessel Museum of Art at Bard and Occidental College, Kunsthalle Zurich, Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit, The New Museum, Park Avenue Armory, Art in General, La Mama, Galapagos, Dixon Place, and Empac Center for Performance in Troy among other venues. Reviews include New York Times, Village Voice, Los Angeles Times, Flash Art, Art in America, Art News, and Artforum. Her album and feature film, The Lives of Hamilton Fish. has toured festivals and museums internationally and was released in 2016.
Rachel Mason's residency at LAMOA at Occidental College will be from Mach 21 until April 3, 2017
A selection of the rough tracks she records at LAMOA will be uploaded to:
Photo Credit: Paul Koudinaris
The Moving Mountain is part of the Emerge Projects program of the Pasadena Arts Council
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