In·ter·punct shares book reviews, art news, lit theory and daily musings from the intimate lives of writers. It seeks to highlight, in an edgy and sprightly fashion, the poetic moments that punctuate our lives.
The art and the people viewing the art were brilliantly matched. The diversity was overwhelmingly intriguing. The fashions, the ages, the cultures and the nationalities of all the people was beyond any conference I have ever been to. There were men and women dressed to the nines or even seven-elevens (that’s something I just made up for all the kooky styles I saw this week), and then there were adolescents in soccer gear, or a guy in a t-shirt and shorts.
I would antiquate this piece with the shorts and t-shirt.
But really, most of the art was beyond anything I even conceived of art as well. Artists used rugs as a way to tell a story: These rugs spell “OPEN.”
There were pieces where motherhood was abound —such as the car seat painting and the seahorse in the womb— and much mixed media, sculptures, and performances.
The chair pieces were astounding, they had succulents and other moss-like plants coming out of them, and conches under the legs of the victorian-style chair. It was like Mother Earth was coming back to reclaim her territory, what is rightfully hers.
There was a mixed media piece with striking colors and push pins sticking out of the frame and shot glasses pushed into the frame.
The painting is like life, cluttered, chaotic, but somehow paints a very beautiful picture all at once. And obviously the thing that stuck out to me the most were the miniscule word bubbles. They captivated me and led me to ponder what parts of life are actually worthless.
So many pieces just spoke to me, even if I didn’t always know what they were saying.
There was a piece called “Phantom Limb,” which was a breath-taking painting of glaciers, made on sponges and with a plunger sticking out of it. I do not claim to know everything about the art world, but I especially did not understand the plunger. And it did not matter. Because the art still reached me with the title. The Earth will still feel the glaciers even when they are gone, because it is all one energy that we and everything else is made up of.
There was an incredible piece that mimicked the children’s art example of putting paint on one side of the paper then folding it over to create the reverse image, only this one was nearly 10 feet tall and had televisions behind it to create a 3D effect with eyeballs moving, watching.
And because we are the intersection of imagery and text, I captured so many pieces that used words in a way to provoke the audience. Here are a few.
Used words to provoke the audience.
You might think that this swirl of rainbow colors is the piece, but that is only one section of it. The entire piece, below, is called “Are You Lonely Too?”
Needling Whisper, Needle Country / SMS Series in Camouflage /Are you lonely, too? 02-004, 2016
North Korean hand embroidery, silk threads on cotton, middle man, anxiety, censorship, ideology, wooden frame, approx. 2500hrs/1 person
79 1/2 × 78 3/10 in
202 × 199 cm
These irresistible pieces were actually hanging in the convention center’s break room, but I had to grab a peak because the words captured me. I especially love the levity of it all. Art can be moving and society-changing, but sometimes, in order to keep the sanity, we need a few laughs.
In·ter·punct shares interviews, expositions, poems and daily musings from the intimate lives of writers. Like the interpunct, which is a middot used to separate syllables, this blog seeks to highlight, in an edgy and sprightly fashion, the poetic moments that punctuate our lives.