Category Archives for: Writing

May 22, 2017

Documentation, 2 new texts

Filed under: Exhibitions, Writing

Documentation from High Tide is now up. Thanks to Joe Webb for the pics!

I’ve also uploaded two new texts on Medium, both made while preparing for the exhibition. One specifically pairs with a project, while the other stands alone; one is floaty and amorphous, while the other clings to a structure. Both are titled with the day upon which they were written. #empathy # language #technology #purgatory 😅

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May 30, 2016

Rejections

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Rejections are a fact of life. Lately I’ve been enduring more than what feels like a fair share. Despite this, giving up is not an option. Dear Internet, all I want is relative financial security and time to rest.

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Since March I’ve only been writing applications på norsk, not sure yet if it is doing anything. Another round is fast approaching, however. A rather piquant summary of my interests from last fall, taken from a (rejected) application:

Urban plant life, worn digital devices, public forests and beaches littered with trash, and found objects clearly marked by the human hand are endlessly fascinating as subjects to me. I strive to make modern images that accurately represent living in our times without falling into either documentary or humanitarian photography. I am interested in the everyday and the mundane; what is seen a thousand times but rarely registered.

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January 13, 2016

Wild ambitions

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Since the end of 2014, I’ve (both intentionally and unintentionally) delved more and more into the Norwegian culture and way of life. This isn’t news to my cloest friends, but I have made the decision to live here permantely.

As such, I’ve decided to challenge myself to write a novel på norsk based on my family and growing up in the USA as a third generation immigrant. Major themes: language, soft racism and the search for a better life. Also some humor and early Internet bits, of course!

Jeg mener at innholdet skal være helt sant, men Rolf (partnernen min) ville at jeg skrive med frihet og fantasere litt. We’ll see! I’m getting quite good at writing and hopefully putting my own stories into words will lead to fluency. Fingers crossed.

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February 20, 2015

Tried to write a statement and ended up with a poem

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I find myself seduced by the sheer physicality of the world
Half the day spent behind screens of various shapes and sizes
Out in the world I am drawn to a particular situational aesthetic
Some sort of desolation, crisp focus, even light, etc
The best images are both familiar and alienating

Running barely moist palms over a smooth keyboard
The feeling of keys under fingertips typing click clack
Out the window are cars, buildings, trees
New and ancient technologies side by side
The oldest of which is nature itself

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December 18, 2014

Medium

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I’ve opened up an account on Medium and put my MFA thesis online for anyone who is interested.

Physical copies are also available (for a limited time) through NSEW. Less than a dozen are left! Coincidentally, everything on NSEW is on sale through the end of December..

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January 6, 2014

On Fermentation

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It all started when we went epleslang in Majorstuen late one night last fall. Out of all of us, Håkon was the most brave and would casually walk into the rich people’s gardens to scout out ripe apple trees while the rest of us waited outside the gates, hiding in the shadows. After a few hours of wandering through both public and private areas, we had at least ten kilos of apples between us. They were green and pink, irregular and beautiful.

Then began the task of processing them. Over the next weeks I made apple cider, apple sauce, apple cookies and most importantly, apple cider vinegar. I’d never made it before then and the greatest thing about it is that you make it only using what is usually thrown out: i.e. the cores, stems, and skin. Somewhat of an acquired taste, the apple cider vinegar began to grow on me, especially after seeing it seemingly materialize out of nothing over a few months in a glass jar under my kitchen sink. I was hooked. In the following months I began to ferment everything in sight: red wine vinegar with fresh rosemary, ginger beer, cucumber soda, turmeric soda, larger batches of apple cider and countless flavors of kombucha, or fermented tea. When I started seeing my new partner, our first date consisted of preparing tea leaves for a two-month pickling and musing over kimchi.

When I returned to the Academy after a year off, I brought all my fermentation projects with me into the studio. And it seems that they have now taken over, with their steady yet unpredictable schedules and their slow sense of time. Sometimes when I sit here, it feels like nothing is happening. But on every eighth day or so when I bottle a new batch of kombucha, I am reminded that this is not true at all. The images, texts, and objects on my walls operate in a similar fashion. Silently they chide me on to continue writing my thesis, their faces unchanging. Yet every once in awhile, I will notice something new and begin to move them around. Adding and subtracting until things become more clear or more wild, depending on my mood that day.

In the center of the studio is a table, around which I share the fruits of my labor with friends and others who come to call. We talk about art there, but also about our personal lives, the school, things we saw that inspired us.  It was here I had a conversation with a friend where we kept coming back to the theme of voraciously reading yet forgetting specifics afterwards, no matter how good the book was. Yet there is power in forgetting, we decided—the power of internalized knowledge subconsciously sneaking (for better or for worse) into one’s world view.

“Art is a process because life is a process.”

Wasn’t it Wilde who said that?

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July 10, 2013

2 Lessons

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Now that it’s summer and days are (literally) longer I’ve been thinking a lot about my time in Oslo so far. I’ve been here almost two years now and I’m beginning to accumulate a mental inventory of friends, experiences, and things I’ve learned. Oddly enough, I think my top two life lessons (both re: how to look at art) here in Norway were graciously given to be my an American and a Sudanese..

The first came as a friendly piece of advice from my old professor and artist Aeron Bergman. He’s unfortunately left Oslo to take up a teaching job in Seattle, but not without making an impact on me and also so many others here. Over one of our first conversations about the school, living in Norway, my despair over the absence of any “real” or harsh critique, etc, he paused and said: “You know, it’s a very dangerous thing to say something is not art.”

Though it seems like such an obvious thing to me now, at the time his comment gave me pause.

He continued (paraphrased): “By saying something is not art, you are not only granting yourself absolute power to arbitrate what is art or not, but you are narrowing the possibility for anything new to happen.”

So true. Remember this! Critique is a necessary and important tool, but it is even more important to remember to get off the high horse and take the high road when critiquing others. It is possible to be honest without being intentionally hurtful or close-minded. It is possible to possess an incredible amount of knowledge and still have things to learn. And while it may seem safe to stick to the definition of modern art as propagated by the art world and institutions, while commonly accepted, this definition is still inherently narrow and limiting. In order to take art further than it already is, we must be prepared for anything, especially that which we do not know or recognize (yet) as art.

 

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The second big growing experience I had was going on a study trip to Sudan and Egypt with the Art Academy, organized by Fadlabi. For so many reasons I cannot number, this trip changed me and the way I saw the world. Now, one year later, I find in this interview between Fadlabi and the Senegalese artist Issa Samb snippets of familiar conversations that come up during our trip. Also a beautiful way of defining who an artist is: Fadlabi asks Issa Samb how he can become a good artist. To which, Samb simply replies:

“You don’t need to be good. You need to create art. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. An artist produces art.”


Photo above: an email my friend Åsmund (also on the trip) sent me after coming home + desert rocks (2012)

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April 2, 2013

Websites

Filed under: Etc, Writing

I’ve been thinking about websites a lot  lately. All sorts of websites—my own, my friends’, other artists, total strangers, etc.

A lot of websites I’ve looked up lately are totally empty. Just a name, an email. Maybe one image and a name, an email, a CV. Maybe just a CV. Some websites are totally full, overflowing with information. Made with IndexExhibit, maybe. Some websites are full of found images that do not have a clear connection to the work or even perhaps the person behind the webpage. It’s confusing. My website used to be one of the middle ones, overflowing. There’s still a lot here, but less than there used to be. All this information makes me feel very vulnerable sometimes.

Maybe I feel vulnerable because it seems a lot of these people who no longer have websites have somehow moved beyond the medium; they no longer need websites to help them obtain gallery shows or have their images printed onto pieces of clothing. Their online fame has translated into a real world commodity. Or perhaps their names are just so uncommon that it is easy just to Google them and see a selection of their work? I don’t know.

Either way, I’m still here. Online.

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