OPENING OF ‘EVEN COLD ROLLED STEEL CAN HAVE A HEART AND SOUL’ AT @deixisgallery . RUNNING THROUGH JUNE 13
CURATION AND WORDS BY @gracievivienne1 :
Talya offers a nostalgic glimpse into early technology as a lifeline, preserving connections across physical and emotional distance. In HANDS THAT CIRCLE AROUND THE CLOCK AND STILL REMEMBER TO CALL, they combined telephone wire and bolts, laboriously hand-screwed into wood, mapping jagged lines of connection and chaos found in long-distance intimacy. YOUR VOICE WILL NEVER GROW AS TALL AS YOU acts as a sibling piece, expounding on bittersweet memories of connection measured by landline minutes. I MEAN THIS ONE is a taunt to the viewer, a call to reflect on the inherently selfish nature of curating an online persona and to reassess the integrity of their digital relationships.
THANK YOU
‘EVEN COLD ROLLED STEEL CAN HAVE A HEART AND SOUL’
OPENING THIS SATURDAY APRIL 25 6-10PM
2173 LOGAN AVE, SAN DIEGO
RUNNING THROUGH JUNE 13
WORKS EXPLORING THE NAVIGATION OF MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY FAMILY THROUGH THE TELEPHONE. HOW IT FEELS TO BE FORGOTTEN. THE DISSONANCE AND SINCERITY BEHIND THE REAL AND DIGITAL WORLDS THAT KEEP US SO CONNECTED.
HELD AT THE WONDERFUL @deixisgallery CURATED BY @gracievivienne1
AND SHOWN ALONGSIDE THE WORKS OF
@justin.mariano@nehvul@ethanchanart@mb_00_dm
ILL BE SHOWING
‘HANDS THAT CIRCLE AROUND THE CLOCK AND STILL REMEMBER TO CALL’
‘YOUR VOICE WILL NEVER GROW AS TALL AS YOU’
and
‘I MEAN THIS ONE’
ID BE SO LUCKY TO SEE ALL YOUR FACES THERE
PLEASE STAY FAR AWAY SO I CAN FEEL YOU STARING AT ME IVE BEEN SELFISH LATELY AND I LIKE IT I WEAR THE WRONG SIZED T SHIRT TO BED JUST TO FILL UP SPACE AND I DONT BRING YOU UP ON THE PHONE BECAUSE I DONT WANT HER TO REMEMBER YOU MORE THAN I DO
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beautiful portraits by @kthurpics thank you katie
IT TAKES ME ONLY A COUPLE HOURS ON THE DANCE FLOOR TO WARM UP BUT ONCE IM READY MAN NOBODY CAN STOP THESE MOVES I LOVE SLICK SHOULDERS STICKING TO MINE AND THE WAY OUR SWEATY FINGERS SLIP FROM EACH OTHER WHEN YOU LEAD ME AWAY TOWARD THE STAIRS I CAN HEAR EVERY WORD YOU WHISPER NEXT TO THE SPEAKER ON THIS BOOMING DANCE FLOOR MY FEET SPLITTING IN TWO I DONT THINK OF YOU FOR ONE SECOND WHEN I KISS STRANGERS GOODNIGHT
‘lookingforalostdog’ - spoken poem accompanied by 12 still images.
ITS NOT HIDING IF YOURE NEVER CAUGHT YOULL NEVER FIND ME HERE NO COLLAR AROUND MY NECK TO BRING ME BACK HOME NO LEASH TO PULL ME ALONG THANK GOD LAPPING UP FREEDOM FROM THE STORM DRAIN THIS ASPHALT IS MY OASIS NOSE TO THE GROUND I TRAIL MY OWN SHADOW ABANDONMENT TASTES SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU DONT LOOK BEHIND YOU
photos of the backs of things from my walk.
1. cars
2. street signs
3. storm drain
4. park maintenance building
5. electrical pole
6. reflective marker
7. my own head
closing reception sound performance of “THE POINT OF THE SEA” with Dima Zadorozhny and poem by Talya Levy. spoken poem recorded onto tape, played back into the room, and then re-recorded over and over again (30 minutes).
investigating the transformation of identity through audio. each iteration of the re-recorded tape presented a new reality, ever changing but still valid in its identity. additional frequencies being amplified and emphasized as time went on. small glitches creating gaps in the sound. is the end result of static and harshness and new rhythms the same poem as the beginning? why can’t it be? this exhibition has taught me that it can be both things at once. i am grateful to be both things at once. once again thank you josh and ricky ( @personalrecord.gallery ) and to dima ( @stormclouds.sd )
STEPPING ON SEASHELLS I LOVE TO WATCH THEM SPLIT THINGS LIKE THESE WERE MEANT TO BE DESTROYED GROUND TO A PULP A PILE OF DEBRIS ARENT GREAT THINGS SUPPOSED TO RISE FROM THE ASHES ALL THIS DUST IS DOING IS MAKING ME SNEEZE STICKING MY NOSE WHERE IT DOESNT BELONG FRAGILITY AND BEAUTY ARE A THING OF THE PAST TELL THESE GUYS TO TOUGHEN UP YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL OF THESE NEW CREATIONS FROM DUST YOU CAME AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN AND ILL BE STOMPING ON YOU THE WHOLE DAMN TIME
