“The dialogue with objects is getting strained. Naming produces optical ghosts.”
A sprawling and engrossing work of collage, culling drawings, photographs, personal notes, sketches, newspaper clippings, torn-out text from books, used stencils, and many more elements of the artist’s life and process. The texture of the pages is varied and unexpected, playing off of the unique assemblage of the contents. The design and binding is elegant and satisfying, a light cloth cover wrapped around smyth-sewn signatures. The work darts from playful to ominous to the many shades in between, culminating in a gripping and intimate document.
From the publisher: “It is partially a documentary of the creation of these two shows, as well as a documentary of its own creation. It is a sheaf of hoarded collage materials. It is a zine, metastasized. It is the stuff in the room.”
From the artist: “The confession … is a specific kind of performance, whose sincerity is often questioned and judged, but which presents itself as an effort to clean house … The confession is a performance that your life depends on. It is a grappling with self and other, an always-imperfect but desperate search for truth and belonging through articulation. And amidst all this seriousness, in the struggle and all the nitty-gritty, there also exists the promise of some comic relief.”