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A Person A Thought An Interruption

City Limits, Oakland, California, USA
23 de julio de 2016 – 13 de agosto de 2016




The crack of a body against something hard, the tremble of liquid falling into a pan, stretched out, layered; a sound slowly turning inside out. It withdraws from itself as a recognizable form. It begins to sound like an airplane, a voice, a toilet, a storm; the inside of a bell and then nothing at all. Inexplicable but clear. Inside of its own unfolding the sound becomes completely unrecognizable. There is a memory of what it sounded like before, but it’s like trying to hum a song while listening to another, the mind is full. It taps another mind into motion, which needles around in the dark, producing sound-thoughts, unclassifiable feelings that sanction the body. There is a zooming in both directions, and in a deeply distended play between realism and abstraction, the body is free to choose not to be known.

It can be felt in a cup, a coat, or some nose hairs; a jar of baby teeth from a single mouth: human indicators embedded with mere morsels of a body’s essence. A mouthful is enough. The plot is somewhere inside the props. They each contain a personal action, in fact, as many actions as there are bodies in the room. They exist outside of words, yet each object is an edit, a phrase, a swift one-liner laid bare for public consumption. Indefinite in use, they are verbed nouns. There is a delicacy in reuse; an honest detail of a corpulent body. Me, you, them, we, a fear of a body, a fear of fully realizing a body’s potential; or end. There is a hysterical quality to a lonesome finger. Gravel in the mouths of two black oxfords form crumpled words, spilling out and stuck. They are quick sentences that look in the mirror before leaving; subtle revolutions; hitting lock to check the location of your car before leaving. There is a kind of mapping through repetition; a rote, unironic, unfetishized mapping through the text, which can be simple as noting where you’re going, before leaving.

I am afraid the motor is going to stop a way to make objects funny, deft, loose triggers of persona and non-persona. I am afraid the motion will come to an end; pauses and breaks; water breaks the plural delectations of public appearance and interior meaning. I am afraid the silences will continue, indefinitely.

In Gimbrone’s work there is a persistent questioning of what makes up a legible body. In Cohen’s work there is a persistent mining for bodily text. Gimbrone’s objects may dangle like flesh. Cohen’s objects may look like flesh. Gimbrone’s sounds may be tender, rigid, erotic, broken. Cohen’s words may be steady, intimate, precise, subdued.

Gimbrone’s work contains intentional interference, positing that conditions matter most in the reading of a thing. Cohen’s work contains distilled snips of language, positing an object-oriented drama unfolding in endless asides.

Identity is up for reconsideration in every new object, relation or encounter; boundless though sometimes spookily ineffable. These works test occasions of ipseity, though not through shock. The chosen sites of focus can be radically banal; functional sounds, rudimentary objects, cropped details shifted into microscopic view. There is more meaning in pops, cracks, squeaks and hums than in a howl. Both sets of works are recursive and time based; they build from their own contents outward. They are generative, prolific, and at some point – end.

A Person A Thought An Interruption is an exhibition organized by VACANCY and hosted by City Limits. It is part of a summer curatorial exchange between City Limits and VACANCY.

Courtesy of City Limits, Oakland


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