“MADE IN SPACE” is a group exhibition curated by Peter Harkawik and Laura Owens. The exhibition opens July 11th 6-9pm and is presented by Gavin Brown’s Enterprise in conjunction with Venus Over Manhattan. Artists include:
|Blalock, Lucas||Leavitt, William|
|Boshier, Derek||Madani, Tala|
|Caesar, Jedediah||Mannis, Josh|
|Callaghan, Joshua||Maslansky, Max|
|Conte, Vanessa||Mockrin, Jesse|
|Decker, Michael||Morris, Rebecca|
|Ferrer, Gabrielle||Nemeroff, Davida|
|Glenn, Laeh||Orr, Eric|
|Greely, Hannah||Pardo, Jorge|
|Hafif, Marcia||Pinsky, Marina|
|Harkawik, Peter||Ruppersberg, Allen|
|Hudson, Cannon||Schechter, Asha|
|Isermann, Jim||Seal, John|
|Jackson, Patrick||Shire, Peter|
|Korty, David||Thomson, Mungo|
|Larner, Liz||Wrinkle, Aaron|
“Made in Space”:
1. Someone drank tea. Someone else felt that a specific kind of taco eaten at a particular
geographic location was like a drug. The spices generated a certain kind of energy, or, perhaps, muscle memory. It was 2012.
2. In 2002, “thoughts mixed and burned with gasoline” turned to Orange County, a web without a spider, The Citadel, Eden-Olympia. The commingling of purposefulness and aimlessness was understood to be the effect of Junkspace.
3. In 1981, Peter Schjeldahl took a trip to Los Angeles and wrote a short essay damning our city to a future of cultural irrelevance, lest it somehow invert each and every one of its unique features. He wrote, “The wishfulness of LA’s citizens is simply explained as the effect of a life that enforces independence to the point of autism. Try to lean on anything or anyone and you’ll fall down[…] Los Angeles is a city without public spaces. There are only private spaces–fenced haciendas of self-maintenance and self-invention–surrounded with the soft, dreamy, zinging-withlight nowhere in particular.” Much as Michael Fried’s write-off of minimalism as theater, Schjeldahl missed the point.
4. Participants in the 2010 TV series “Wipe Out” drove to Magic Mountain for jouissance: that is, being battered around by brightly colored, slowly rotating foam shapes.
5. In 1986, a pedestrian observed a pair of giant steel springs rolling down the sidewalk near the corner of Wilshire and La Brea. Elsewhere, aphasiacs watched Ronald Reagan on television and were not fooled by his affect. Because they lacked the ability to understand the intended significance of various facial expressions and/or gestures, their experience of his speech was divorced from his image, rendering it as inert and senseless as the printed word.
6. A shopper walks the isles of Home Depot in a stupor, hopelessly trying to assemble a mental list of life goals by way of immediate hardware purchases. Thoughts turn to the specific alienated labor that produced this situation. Is a kindred soul, another loser, in a cubicle somewhere, proliferating this amalgamation of thoughtless spatial constructs, endcap displays stacked to the sky? Is that person horny? Do they have a gaping flesh wound? A fixed quantity of gasoline was converted to smog today. It is 1999.
7. The Mall of America is constructed in 1992. The FDA urges surgeons to abandon silicone in breast implants and the first McDonald’s franchise is opened in China. In the words of French anthropologist Marc Augé, “Place and non-place are rather like opposed polarities: the first is never completely erased, the second never totally completed; they are like palimpsests on which the scrambled game of identity and relations is ceaselessly rewritten.”
8. Food is a variety of colors. We all eat food. Certain foods appear one color or another on
account of food dye. Regardless of whether or not their color is a lie or we willingly suspend disbelief (as in the instance of a Starburst — is it the flavor “Lemon” or the flavor “Yellow”?), we all eat, and we all shit. In painting, mixing color is a complicated process involving the opacity of various pigments and substrates. Mixing too many colors results in a sludge that is invariably described as “muddy.” This is much like our digestive system. Foods we eat are broken down by procedures which work in concert; the enzymes in our mouth, the acids of our stomach. The color in foods is combined slowly in our body, until we shit, and see the result of our gastric color mixing: brown. In 2009, The Wrigley Company discontinued their unpopular “Baja California” Starburst flavor.
9. A person discovered a pile of feces directly in the middle of a pair of women’s size 10 red pumps. The distance between the shoes and the feces, which looked very much like a chocolatedipped frozen yogurt dessert, or a dog chew, indicated that the person could have been squatting and defecating. This tableau vivant was found in a parking lot behind a chinese restaurant in Beverly Hills in 2008. Every transaction leaves a remainder.
10. In 2001, an auto dealership on the 134 Freeway decided to expand its advertising by taking over an adjacent parking garage. Mannequins, waving and smiling, some posed with balloons, were installed on its upper levels. This visuality of the frontal, of the fleeting glance, produced a sensation not unlike V-effekt in passing drivers. Like a Brechtian stage play, their collective event was stripped of its self-evident nature. That same year, Elizabeth Grosz wrote, “Space, […] outside the ruses of imagination, is not static, fixed, infinitely expandable, infinitely divisible, concrete, extended, continuous, and homogenous, though perhaps we must think in these terms to continue our everyday lives (and the architect is perhaps more invested in this understanding of space than anyone else). Space, like time, is emergence and eruption, oriented not to the ordered, the controlled, the static, but to the event, to movement or action.”
11. In 1993, someone sat in a recliner in Long Beach with a VHS deck balanced on each knee. One screen played Hitchcock’s “Rope” while the other played Altman’s “Short Cuts.” Nearby, under a bridge, someone was feeling like his only companion was the city he lived in, the City of Angels. Around the same time, a wallet was left in El Segundo.
12. Two friends, both architects, drove to Brentwood in 1994. They got out of their car and ran alongside OJ Simpson’s Bronco, hoping to catch a glimpse of reality in progress and joining thousands of people on the streets and overpasses in communal euphoria.
13. Two curators drove by a flip flop in the road. This was mutually lauded for its demonstrative effect. It was 2013.
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