Self Curation Self Curated

Posted on Oct 21, 2018

A show based on my own biography? It’s almost too much to ask, my brain feels like it’s turning over trying to keep up with the flood of associations. There’s me as a young dancer, watching William Forsythe’s Improvisation Technologies, or working with Physical Education, or reading The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis. Going to Berghain with my sister and then reading Gender Trouble all the next day without sleeping. There’s me as a young gallerist flying to New York to see the Wynn Greenwood show that such and such person had curated with the New Museum. Ellen Cantor and Kathy Acker. Dragging myself to S1 with a broken ankle to participate in Lessons in Heterosexuality. The PICA’s TBA Festival in 2015, Dynasty Handbag, Pepper Pepper, Holcombe Waller’s Requiem Mass. DJ Stingray at Yale Union. Then there’s seeing Rebecca Fiebrink speak at Resonate2016, and then there’s the Lynn Hershman Leeson show at YBCA. American Artist’s show at Housing Gallery. Biking on Naoshima to the Chichu Art Museum.

Here I am biking back from the Chichu Art Museum

I have to stop there or my mind will be trapped in nostalgia the rest of the evening. I don’t know how I would incorporate any of this into an exhibition. It might need to be more of a festival, since so many of these are performance works and performance artists. Several of them are dead, which would also be an issue. It might just have to be stories, my own oral history. I can’t imagine many people would be interested in that however.