“I was very little when I went as Glinda for Halloween one year, with very patient parents,” recounts artist Vincent Tiley as we met for coffee in Bushwick, the neighborhood in Brooklyn where he resides. Costumed as the good witch of Oz was one of Tiley’s earliest forays into the effervescent world of drag. “I take a lot from my experience coming out in college in Baltimore surrounded by a queer punk scene, making looks and going to a club and feeling all the feels that you get being weird at a place where people want you to be sexy.” For Tiley, bodies contain these tensions between the desire to be desired and a nearly contradictory one to challenge and affront. His first solo exhibition, “New Skin” at elee.mosynary gallery in Pilsen, is populated with heavily adorned bulbous paintings on digitally printed spandex that are “Blob Portraits” of club kids and drag queens that Tiley has befriended.
Celebrating its tenth year, this Saturday’s Printers Ball grows to include thirty-one free programs such as readings, workshops, exhibitions, performances, a DJed dance party and ongoing marketplaces of print goods throughout the day. Since the ball’s move to Spudnik Press at Hubbard Street Lofts last year, more organizations have joined up to collaborate and host its expansion into a greater variety of featured events that celebrate blurred spaces between the literary and the visual. Eight different sites in and around the lofts will host the events. Read the rest of this entry »
The Facebook invitation was cryptic: “A wedding of an unknown couple, with unknown guests, at an unknown location. If you are interested in attending please respond in the manner you see fit, otherwise disregard.”
The event was scheduled for March 21. At 6pm the guests began to arrive, ad hoc glitterati of the art world. Dressed in black and white they sat under a canopy of paper streamers duct-taped to the ceiling. They laughed, chatted, drank wine and every so often glanced over their shoulders in anticipation of the unknown couple.
“I always wanted to throw a wedding. I just needed to find a couple to marry,” explains artist Alberto Aguilar. He posted an ad on Craigslist offering a wedding free of charge to a couple willing to get married before strangers.
A young couple responded intrigued by the peculiar proposal. “We began planning the celebration but as the day got closer, they sent me a text message and told me that they had decided not to go ahead with it. I think in the end it was a last-minute fear.” Read the rest of this entry »
During the first two hours of the Chicago-based performance group Anatomical Theatres of Mixed Reality’s “The Operature,” the audience is invited into an interactive wonderland of screens that glow with snippets of text and additional video content like what might be found in a DVD’s extras menu. No more techy than most of our regular lives, ATOM-r renders our relationships to the virtual simultaneously uncanny and erotic. Likewise, the choreographed performance that follows does not aim to demolish categories of maleness and masculinity, but nonetheless calls out ruptures of violence and desirability to be found therein.
In advance of this densely conceptual, multimedia performance, I interviewed Judd Morrissey and Mark Jeffery, ATOM-r’s progenitors. “In some ways ‘The Operature’ is deeply controlled and yet is luscious and intimate and gasping in its restraint to hold onto the deep desire to have and to hold another male body,” says Jeffery.
They began with research, probing into Samuel Steward’s “The Stud File,” a record of the former Chicagoan’s sexual exploits, as well as Francis Glessner Lee’s “Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death”—miniature tableaus of crime-scene reenactments, as well as texts from Gertrude Stein and Kenneth Anger. Read the rest of this entry »
The comedian Brian Regan once recalled describing his symptoms to the doctor: “It feels like everything on my inside wants to be on my outside.” Switch that from physical to emotional feelings and you have the work of prominent feminist, writer, teacher and artist, Faith Wilding, whose impressive sampling of her enormous life’s work is on display in a retrospective exhibition.
In 1972, Wilding participated in the groundbreaking feminist exhibition Womanhouse, the first public showcase of feminist art, in Los Angeles. There she performed “Waiting,” a highly influential piece that continues to have resonance today. Wilding’s work has been shown in major feminist art exhibitions over the last forty years and continues to hold sway in contemporary feminist discourse. Because of her accomplishments, the Women’s Caucus for Art is awarding her a Lifetime Achievement Award.
Inevitably, Wilding’s renowned feminist background coats the show with political and historical overtones. However, her artwork also stands tall on a separate stage: that of Faith Wilding’s impassioned journey through life. Bodies, plants, moths and horses memorialize loss, catharsis, transformation and renewal. Read the rest of this entry »
By Jason Foumberg
You had to be there. As if the avant-garde wasn’t exclusive enough, its bygone golden days are merely hearsay in someone else’s scrapbook. That’s frustrating, especially when trying to grasp the mood and attitude of an influential but shuttered underground art space that teemed with cutting-edge, one-night-only performance art. I’m describing, of course, Chicago’s Randolph Street Gallery (RSG) in the eighties and nineties. Perhaps today’s equivalent of RSG is Wicker Park’s performance art space Defibrillator, but back in RSG’s heyday, performance art responded to women’s rights, gay rights and AIDS before those issues solidified into styles. “At the time, it galvanized a community,” says Matthew Ghoulish, who participated in some of RSG’s seminal events.
But now, thanks to Ghoulish and longtime collaborator Lin Hixson, ephemeral art need not be so intangible. Their performance group, Every house has a door, is reviving nine pieces originally performed at Randolph Street Gallery. Revivals tend to focus on iconic and crowd-pleasing artworks, but Ghoulish and Hixson have selected pieces from artists who were emerging at the time, in the late-eighties and early-nineties. Compared with Marina Abramovic’s reenactment of seven performance-art classics (staged at New York’s Guggenheim Museum in 2005), the Every house has a door program decidedly contains under-known gems from the RSG archive. “We’re presenting something that slipped through the historical cracks,” says Ghoulish. Read the rest of this entry »
In a sweeping exodus from the Cotton Belt, black sharecroppers from Mississippi and Alabama boarded the Illinois Central Railroad to Chicago. From 1916-1970, six million African Americans fled the rural South in hopes of a better life in the industrial North. They journeyed across prairies, rivers and deserts to escape the terrors of Jim Crow.
“The Accumulative Affects of Migration 1–3,” composed and performed by Theaster Gates and the experimental music ensemble Black Monks of Mississippi on August 11, evoked the conflicted odyssey of black migrants from the cotton fields of the South. The blue notes of Muddy Waters lingered in the sunlit haze of the Museum of Contemporary Art. Minor chords ached with the enduring dream of Chicago Black Renaissance author Richard Wright. “I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns, and, perhaps, to bloom,” he wrote in “Black Boy,” in 1945. Read the rest of this entry »
Watching Paige Cunningham and Anna Kunz’s performance, “One Careless Gesture Away From Destruction,” was like getting a six-course dinner when you’re expecting just an entrée. It was a feast of varied cultural forms that held together as a kind of conversation about creative production.
There were essentially three distinct shows on view: a sculptural tableau with a video component, situated right in the middle of Industry of the Ordinary’s (IOTO) retrospective exhibition; a vogue-ballet mash-up choreographed by Cunningham; and a voguing presentation and workshop, led by the Chicago chapter of the House of Ninja, a local queer dance collective, or “house,” in the parlance of the voguing community. Read the rest of this entry »
In the Midwestern land of milk and honey stands a 600-pound cow made of butter. “Delicious” isn’t the best word to describe the manufactured butter beast, but it is a spectacle that keeps visitors returning to the annual Iowa State Fair year after year. A sculptor is chosen each year to meticulously carve hundreds of pounds of dairy fat into the shape of a cow. This has been recurring since 1911, for more than 100 years, making it one of those bizarre, tried ‘n’ true American traditions.
President Barack Obama will soon join the ranks of mammals crafted into buttery monuments—not for the Iowa State Fair but for the city of Chicago. On October 26, as part of the Industry of the Ordinary’s mid-career survey “Sic Transit Gloria Mundi: Industry of the Ordinary” at the Chicago Cultural Center, artists Mathew Wilson and Adam Brooks will wheel a life-sized butter sculpture of the president from Grant Park Packing at 842 West Lake Street to the Chicago Cultural Center. They call this piece “The Harvest” because, as Wilson explains in his quiet English accent, they are quite literally harvesting the responses or opinions of passersby who observe the parade. It is both spectacle and American tradition wrapped into one stick. Typical of IOTO’s populist, conceptual art approach—which actively engages audiences whether or not they have fancy art school degrees—the butter Obama will take its refrigerated place at the Cultural Center less than two weeks before the 2012 presidential election on November 6, 2012. Read the rest of this entry »
“Home: Public or Private?” at 6018NORTH is an exhibition built on a foundation of familiar dichotomies—public versus private, interior versus exterior, domestic versus social, sterility versus decrepitude, vacancy versus occupation, and bareness versus accumulation. Organized by Tricia Van Eck, the exhibition integrates installation and performance work by twenty-seven artists within an unkempt turn-of-the-century historic Edgewater mansion. Each artist has claimed territory on the property to occupy and respond, broadly, to their own dispositions regarding the home as a space at once private and public. While the prompt yielded divergent projects addressing domesticity, democracy, voyeurism and the history of the site itself, the momentum of this exhibition is found in Van Eck’s unostentatious framing of installations and performances within the remaining architectural idiosyncrasies of the mansion’s interior spaces, and in fleshing out the disrepaired skeletal structure of the mansion. Read the rest of this entry »