Kirsten Leenaars, visual artist, is finding meaning in:
“I Dozed, I Napped, I Writhed, I Dreamed“ What could be a better title for an art show during these languid summer days? Art programming tends to be on the lighter side during this season, yet visitors to Judith Brotman’s ongoing show at the Bike Room should not expect anything familiar or vanilla. I’ve been a fan of Brotman’s work long enough to know that it always comes with a pleasantly peppery bite.
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Her stitched sculptures and drawings are a reminder of how we construct language as a place for finding meaning. Her language is one of play, of persistence and probing. Of the needle piercing through plastic, paper, or Mylar to connect, to reinstate or rupture. Her stitching is a visceral reminder of how it seems a particularly human quest to look for meaning. Fully aware of the uncertain nature of this pursuit, Brotman seems to say, slyly smiling, “Fuck it, I am going to find it anyway.”
Joanna Szupinska, MCA curatorial fellow, is taking inspiration from:
A Short Life of Trouble If you were to start a contemporary art museum from scratch, how would you do it? Which artists would you show, and what kind of building would you want to inhabit? Would you start a collection or focus solely on temporary exhibitions? What would the organizational structure look like, and how would you empower your employees? How could you, as the director, cope with your own authority in that hierarchy?
