We Lay Things To Rest By Way of Exorcism, 2020

“If Thomas Hirschorn and Sophie Calle had a baby and Joseph Beuys was The Godfather”

- The New York Times

Flyer & Invitation to participation:

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Installation view:

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Dessislava Terzieva: Some Things That You Just Gotta Learn On Your Own

The Bulgarian necrolog is a tradition to preserve someone’s memory. These ‘death notices’ are a way to show and share grief when someone passes, and could be found plastered all over the country. My iteration of this ritual aims to celebrate the past lives/selves which I am built upon, and to share some of the beliefs and lessons I have acquired along the way.

 

Alberto H. Arensberg: A Transfer of Ghosts

After living in a place as haunted as New York city for a very long time one acquires and compiles ghosts, some function as collaborators, others as reminders of things we’d rather forget. Moving to a new city for the first time in my adult life I find myself wanting to clear my cache and make room for new ghosts.

My proposal for using room 409 in the infamous Fisher building is to simply sit and transfer ghosts from my psyche onto paper using pencil, which so often functions as wand.

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Paula Schubatis: A Journey to the Center of the Earth:

Forgetting is the defiant refusal to remember; remembering is when one has forgotten how to be defiant.  A synonym becomes and antonym becomes a pseudonym… an exercise in the suspension of disbelief, a question instead of an answer.          

Are you afraid of the dark? Am I afraid of my own shadow? If time stopped dreaming, would the ground marry the sky? Sometimes when I write these things, I wonder, am I really listening? Am I in control?

What if I took control?   

Please confirm you got this message, THX

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Katina Sanj

I’ve been thinking about the mistakes I hold on to. My hoarding is both reluctance to waste material and refusal to abandon fouled attempts. This prompt for catharsis has been an invitation to open up the pieces I had tucked away. In destroying these past efforts, I found value in the bits; there were successes hiding among my failures. Salvaging allowed them their value, I found relief taking many things old to create something new.

Mariana Ayon

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Ellen Rutt and Maceo Paisley

Vanessa Cuccia