EXQUISITE CORPSE POSE

December 9 to January 14, 2012

Curated by Olivia Shao

From left to right: Josephine Pryde, Trails Unaccompanied by Shame, 2010 -
Bruce Conner, Dissertation, 1994 - Arakawa, The Body of the Figure, 1985-86 -
Center: Dani Leventhal, Once, 2011

Arakawa, The Body of the Figure, 1985-86 (left) -
Thomas Kavachevich, Broken Triangle, 1981 (right)

Thomas Kovachevich, Broken Triangle, 1981 (left) - Grand Openings, Untitled (from "Grand Openings Return of the Blogs"), 2011 (center) -
Mathieu Malouf, Piece de resistance, 2011 (right)

Dani Leventhal, Once, 2011 (foreground) -
Rey Akdogan, Aquarium (c.r.#2), 2009-2011 (left) -
Bruce Conner, Dissertation, 1994 (right)

From left to right: Grand Openings, Untitled (from "Grand Openings Return of the Blogs"), 2011 - Josephine Pryde, Trails Unaccompanied by Shame, 2010 - Rey Akdogan, Aquarium (c.r.#2), 2009-2011 - Bruce Conner, Dissertation, 1994 -
Foreground: Dani Leventhal, Once, 2011

Six Spore Pieces Quote:

We are non-sexual, non-seeds, like the “Monster X” attacking back at the G8’s placebic summit. Our dawn is tens of millions of years in duration and we carry no food with us. We are not seeds! We are one simple finite thing: not living, not dead or undead. Our conspicuous associates adorn the bathrooms of some and the risotti of others, but we ourselves are invisible to the audience. Not to be confused with the imagined or even the forgotten, you can sense us, although our demands you cannot. We request nothing; no share, no service, no consideration. If it is possible to find a way around co-existing, even with one another, we will. For the time being, we notice not the time passing, perhaps one day we will, but that seems doubtful. You liver continually ask yourself, “when will my nose stop running, when will I stop coughing, when will this itching end, when will my efforts be appreciated,” while we make this statement in a forum that seems broken and not our own, because it is the mode of advertising—the worst advertising—schooled to think itself self-conscious, sophisticated, and happily fraudulent. Yet here we are for the time being, making ourselves heard.

Exotic Seer Posse Quip:

Nothing remains a mystery, as all is knowable to us, now and now. From our point of view the only creative thing left is to manipulate the information to our own advantage. Even that manipulation exists as an impoverished facade of an individual style that’s buttressed by the ruse of connoisseurship. We know this and enjoy it as much as we enjoy anything. We are rug cops.

Rose Scope Equips Exit

Today we happily enjoy the plain strangeness of all things. This separation comes by way of the immediate distancing that our messages and posts enact upon us. We see all sides as simply parts of the whole present: like our ugly children and our retarded children and our average children, equally lovable. What a beautiful hilarious appropriate typical mess. We are reified and intrigued by the furthest ends of our self-recognized failures. The whole world is sinking.

Exquisite Corpse Pose

The tar doesn’t care who or what or under which circumstance things fall in. Those distinctions change nothing in the process of fossilization.

— Dave Miko, November 2011