Showing posts with label Denise Marika. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denise Marika. Show all posts

Saturday, April 24, 2010

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I found Boston Based artist Denise Marika via Mass MoCA website looking for an exhibition of Anselm Kiefler (thinking I could see it later this summer) but its been taken down it seems.

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(Words and images from Marika or Mass MoCA website.)
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The above image comes from Marika's Turn Away (1991) comprised of two sculptural elements: a five-sided (8'x8'x20') plywood box and a long copper drawer at the far end that houses three video monitors. Museum visitors are drawn into the plywood box to see the images on the monitors. The monitors show Marika's nude figure lying in the drawer as if in a coffin. She lies on her side facing the visitors, opens her eyes slightly, and quickly turns away. The action is repeated endlessly. Already confined, (within the plywood box, the copper drawer, and the TV monitors), the figure further confines herself socially by turning away from the visitor.




Turn Away: (Click to see small video)
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Marika Installation #2


Images from Artist Denise Marika's Unearthed.

A woman, crouched on her haunches, throws hunks of red clay on the wall. She pushes and pounds at the wet clay with her hands and fingers, working to cover as much of the wall as she can reach. Just as the clay surface nears completion, she frantically begins to rip it down. As the wall is uncovered, remnants of the red clay mark the re-exposed areas of the wall and mark her body. For almost an hour, she builds and destroys her work, the sound of pounding hands and falling clay punctuated by her labored breathing.



Click to see Video from Uneartherd 2001 by Boston artist Denise Marika

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Marika Instillation # 3.

Product of Expurgation

 
Expurgate: To cleanse of something morally harmfull, offensive or erroneous; especially: to expunge objectionable parts from before publication or presentation. (Miriam Webster Dictionary)


I am interested in how we experience loss in the erasure of information and dissolution of identity. My task was to shred newspapers, images and sound; stories that were once whole are now emptied of content. I want to make tangible the voided material and the discomforting sound of its removal.


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... here we are butt naked
but where should we begin
its not the flesh we're after
but the howling ghost within--
help me draw the line...


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Peace to all who enter here, and much dancing. : )
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exo blessings and Joy to you all.