Showing posts with label Identity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Identity. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

WHO ARE YOU?

AT THE NEW MUSEUM
August 31, 2017
(Because of everything in the past weeks - my own health issues and switching to a new doctor and clinic, tracking wild fires, floods and earthquakes affecting far flung friends, I've not published several prepared posts. I will be doing that beginning with this one.)

(From the Outside looking In)
After gathering in the lobby we began on the fifth floor
“Half-Truths”
Paul Ramírez Jonas employs the mechanisms of bureaucracies and law as a starting point from which to consider truth. He explores the contours of social contracts, without which institutions meant to uphold collective governance become arbitrary, yet remain powerfully consequential in people’s lives. The poetics of these works speak to a political climate in which authoritarian tactics seek to delegitimize the participatory checks and balances of democratic truth, through pronouncements of “dishonest media” and the falsehoods of public servants being declared “alternative facts.” Relative meaning, the plurality of truth, shared authorship, and the equal right to free speech were once more commonly employed to assert marginalized voices. But with such sentiments of alternativeness being co-opted by oppressive forces, “Half-Truths” asks: is it possible to collectively create and agree upon truth?

Alternative Facts
Turns lies and fantasies into ostensibly truthful public documents. The first untruth designates the facilitator, often the artist himself, as a notary.
Each subsequent certification process yields two documents, one for the viewer to keep and another to be collected in the installation. The cost of this legal transformation requires payment of a gold coin, which the facilitator will assist in creating by chemically altering visitors’ spare change. I gave a penny. It was turned into gold while I wrote out my personal false truth:
"I have Won the Lotto"

(My fantasy was that I would purchase available land in Iceland and build a well appointed, self sustaining, ecologically sound settlement where peaceful coexistence would be made possible for a community of like minded others. The false truth was hung on a huge back wall containing many others)


Fake ID
invites visitors to empty their pockets of materials containing information that determines currency, credit, access, membership, and citizenship status. Through a process of exchange and inquiry with each participant, the facilitator deconstructs photocopies of their documents—school IDs, transportation passes, credit cards, and licenses—to create a new identification card. Through human exchange, Ramirez Jonas aims to enunciate the possibilities of self-determined constructions of identity within the limits of 'datafication' imposed by state, corporate, and social systems. No personal data is kept and none is recognizable on the final document.We each end up with a constructed ID that will also allow us to return to the museum for the duration of the show which runs through September 17th.

We each end up with a constructed ID that will also allow us to return to the museum for the duration of the show which runs through September 17th.
LINK

http://www.newmuseum.org/exhibitions/view/paul-ramirezjonas-half-truths

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

RIVER

"What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to get where it's going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere else."

-Hal Boyle-


(a family of mourning-doves feasting on seaweed and river moss)
"The species is generally monogamous, with two squabs (young) per brood. Both parents incubate and care for the young. The mourning dove forms strong pair bonds. Pairs typically reconvene in the same area the following breeding season, and sometimes may remain together throughout the winter. However, lone doves will find new partners if necessary."



Hellianthus
"Sunflowers are especially well known for their symmetry based on Fibonacci numbers and the Golden angle"
https://youtu.be/greG6_f7Y7Q



Wonderland
"How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
 And gather honey all the day
From every shining flower!"

-Lewis Caroll-






Scarlet Bee Balm
Monarda didyma
Aromatic herb in the family Lamiaceae
Native to eastern North America from Maine west to Ontario and Minnesota, and south to northern Georgia. Its odor is considered similar to that of the bergamot orange




Phlox

And I would seek the country town
Amid green meadows nestled down
If I could only find the way
Back to the Land of Yesterday!

How I would thrust the miles aside,
Rush up the quiet lane, and then,
Just where her roses laughed in pride,
Find her among the flowers again.
I'd slip in silently and wait
Until she saw me by the gate,
And then . . . read through a blur of tears
Quick pardon for the selfish years.

This time, this time, I would not wait
For that brief wire that said, Too late! --
If I could only find the way
Into the Land of Yesterday.

I wonder if her roses yet
Lift up their heads and laugh with pride,
And if her phlox and mignonette
Have heart to blossom by their side;
I wonder if the dear old lane
Still chirps with robins after rain,
And if the birds and banded bees
Still rob her early cherry-trees. . . .

I wonder, if I went there now,
How everything would seem, and how --
But no! not now; there is no way
Back to the Land of Yesterday.
-Donald Marquis-



Identity

"it's the swirling river of time that makes our identities, not the monochromatic simplicity of skin color, or the definitive lines of international borders."


-Giles Foden-

Links


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