Elementary - High School Sewn Paintings Early Performances The 1976 All American Glamour Kitty Pageant The 1976 All American Glamour Kitty Pageant Show Great Goddesses Along The Road
Terrorist Kitty and Erma Metal Reliefs Sculpture Installations 1984 NAME Show - Chicago Mid 80's 1989 Chicago Wall Frames Along The Road
Metal Drawings and Books Waterloo Art Center Exhibit Brochure Homeless Drawings 1986-91 Bemis 1993 Bed Shoe Home YWCA Windows 95 Wisdom Picture Pillow Story 1971-2007 Prints Along The Road
Blind in Portugal Blind in New York City Migration and Fatigue Workshift Slow Dip Steady Drip Metal Notes and Books 1979-2009 Homeless Notes Morton's Salt and a Semester at Sea Quality Chef BCISUC In the Studio Along the Road
BED SHOE HOME BED SHOE HOME WORKSHOPS Pathetic and Pitiful Kama Kama Corner (Un)Seen Work: Part 1 (Un)Seen Work: Part 2 (Un)Seen Work: Part 3 The Architecture of Migration Along The Road In the Studio
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Pathetic and Pitiful

Pathetic, detail from top view, 2014, wood, found objects, electric neck massager, plastic mold, pillows. 5ft. x 5 ft. x 3 ft.

Somewhere between desultory and optimistically attentive, these two concoctions of failed past work and collected materials can be mobilized for migration by their painfully undersized wheels. The juxtaposition of culturally borrowed low-brow gender references with personal work history seems in a state of flux, unaware that they may become dislodged at any moment. Like the architecture of rural Mexico, where I have traveled for thirty years, it is difficult to know if these are ruins or works in process.

As in my recent social practice work, Pathetic and Pitiful reference issues of migration, labor and gender identity, but on a more personal level. Though theatrical, there is no heroic stance here: no trophy to the triumphant woman artist and her lifetime of achievements. Once the career monograph, the archival web site and the university teaching are finished, only big piles of “stuff” remain. Mining 40 years of unfinished works and collected materials, my studio has become an archeological site. I’ve set out to re-purpose the sluggish build-up and undermine my old ways of doing things in the process. I need to stir things up.

Rudely rotating knobs (remnants of an old neck massager) project from two holes in Pathetic’s polka dot black wall. Pitiful’s barely open door reveals two spotlighted crocheted doilies mimicking the form of a white snowflake like metal form on the floor outside. The electricity is still on. Yes, there must be life - but things seem to be slowly falling apart. With both the absurd humor and the tragedy of a silent film, we laugh at someone else’s fragile attachment to the physical and emotional status quo. Some of us keep our equilibrium better than others when looking down the abyss.
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