#sal randolph

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New at #NYABF:

Library of the Printed Web: Collected Works 2013–2017 (2017) Paul Soulellis, editor Complete catalogue of works as acquired by @momalibrary Texts by Sal Randolph, David Senior & Sarah Hamerman, Paul Soulellis  7.44 in x 9.68 in 548 pages PDF Purchase print edition ($20)

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........Art vs Wall - Queen Mob's Tea House

the virtual is radically intimate

Juliana (2015), Frank Benson (Painted Accura® Xtreme Plastic rapid prototype).

“She has been all over my Twitter for weeks, naked, iridescent green, staring out from my phone screen, saying ‘look at me.’ Now we’re face to face. Nose ring. Glossy purple lips. She has something to say to me, but she’s not saying it out loud. The sculpture is hot, the wall text ultra-cool. The sculpture persons, it dominates the room with its vibe. The wall is trying to tell me she’s made of plastic... Life sized, fierce, she overwhelms the ‘it’ of the sculptural: she is subject not object.”

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More than 60 million people have chosen to support and condone a leader who does not believe I am fully human. Because I am female. Because, when I take my shirt off I see breasts. Because I have a clit. And because I am queer—queerness ignites a gender panic, a hatred, which is at its roots misogynistic. And again because I live in a city, because I read books, and I write, and I make art. Because I practice meditation. Because I wear my hair a certain way. Because of what I value and because of everything I love. As I examine my life and myself, wherever I look, there is nothing about me that is not hated by that hate.

A Letter To My Male Friends Who May Not Know That They Are Women by Sal Randolph.

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……..Art vs Wall

She has been all over my Twitter for weeks, naked, iridescent green, staring out from my phone screen, saying “look at me.” Now we’re face to face. Nose ring. Glossy purple lips. She has something to say to me, but she’s not saying it out loud.

In his technically precise photographs and sculptures, Frank Benson reflects on art as a kind of mimicry, a field of human endeavor in which one element of the physical world is made to assume the form of another.

The sculpture is hot, the wall text ultra-cool.  The sculpture persons, it dominates the room with its vibe.  The wall is trying to tell me she’s made of plastic. But what, really, is plastic except the solidification of human wishes and intentions?   “Art as a kind of mimicry” is what used to be called “representation.”  Life sized, fierce, she overwhelms the “it” of the sculptural: she is subject not object.

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library of art by salrandolph 

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She is an artist concerned with economies. Sal Randolph takes money and gifting and explores their relationship to social interaction and public space. Not limited to the visual world, she is also a celebrated poet and active DJ. Throughout each medium she explores publicness, text and the concept of freeness.

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[day--job]

From Sal Randolph's "Notes on Slack, or, A Declaration of Uselessness"

"Slack is extra—extra line in the rope. Slack is not keeping things tight. It means not pulling, or at least not pulling so much that you use up all the slack.

In animal training, slack is a reward. When a horse does what you want, you give it slack in the reins. You release the pressure, and that release is pleasure enough. This suggests that slack itself, having a bit of extra in your rope, is something to value.

If slack is extra, it is linked to waste. Bataille suggested that what we do with our waste, our “extra,” is what defines us. And he reminds us of the (problematic) relationship between excess, waste, and sacrifice.

The kind of slack we’re talking most about here is the slack that means wasted time. And wasted time means time not given to the future. Time not put to use. To waste time is to be present. To simply be present is to waste time. If enough time is wasted in this way, (as Prayas Abhinav said) you are a buddha.

At work, to slack is to strike. It is an act of refusal—the refusal to be used. Here I think you can find some of its political sting. Slacking is a kind of sabotage, like those dutch workers throwing their wooden shoes into the machines that enslaved them – wreckage as resistance. Slacking subtly wrecks the productive machine of work life, it slows it down, gums it up."

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