Feb 2, 2019
“Artist Statement”, Aki Miyoshi
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“Artist Statement”, Aki Miyoshi
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I am designing Midst now.
Croatia-born, Amsterdam-based artist Nora Turato: poetry + graphic design + performance. Kind of the polar opposite of the “flat-affect, distant-dissociated but very charged” language that’s so excited me about Robert Ashley & Arda Collins, and it doesn’t resonate in the same way, but—she makes it work. Fearlessness and commitment (and an extension of some Holzer-esque “hot language” inflammation?). I really like the cigarette-packet aesthetic too.
I found Nora through this Sandberg Instituut program on “Approaching Language.” My people!
the question of the avant-garde
Stubborn — Words by Elizabeth A. Povinelli, Illustrations by Clara Bessijelle JohanssonÂ
Word + image.
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Ricky Jay’s Cups and Balls.
Jonas Mekas - A Walk (1990)
A displaced person is a voyeur... a walker... Nobody really knows where their roots are, what home is… Drop me in a desert, come back in a few days, and I will have already roots… deep into the sand…Â
Born in Tehran and having made his home in Minneapolis, historical and familial references abound in this artist's body of work that draws in equal measure from the arts and the sciences.
Written Minneapolis (The Last Tomb) is a crooked memory of my childhood and adolescence in Tehran, and later on after I came to Minneapolis. Empty spaces were filled with poetry that I had to memorize as a student…
My brain is filled with a lot of poetry, force-fed. That is how we communicated. Sometimes walking in the streets of Tehran we heard poetry being recited on the other side of the wall. In fact, poetry was the glue of all in our lives. Out in the city, poetry was arguments, political discourse, love and death, happiness, laughter, quiet weeping, misery, suffering, friction, bad-mouthing, praising and admiring. That was the whole life in the city.
I wrote them all down. I covered the whole 18 feet.