Showing posts with label Maggie Lee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maggie Lee. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Maggie Lee at 356 Mission


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Coolness is an affect and the point attempted to be made was that adopting these strictures to see the subject express through the grate of social coding was its pathos. Did everyone then just think they were cool then? The loss of self to the adoption of vernaculars. The objects here are the physical embodiment of the grate through which we express self at that moment of earliest self-expression in newfound self-awareness immediately confronted with the terror of self-consciousness. "Gigi is me in 2006." A teenage self-conciousness and the distance as adoption-of-another-subjectivity having a lot to do with art and its performativity.


See here: Maggie Lee at Real Fine Arts

Friday, April 29, 2016

Maggie Lee at Real Fine Arts

Maggie Lee at Real Fine Arts
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The bedroom as terrarium, the girl as experiment. Gender as a construct has reached the mainstream, conservative clashes flare and the girl-doll in her room as trials and experiments in constructing it. The glitter is razor-wire. People love these. And their Lisa-Frank-cum-punk-ethos, fun yet assumedly unassuming, "twee," are easy consumption. So to save these from the casual acceptance everyone seems so willing, think about it like this: the dolls depicted in these rooms are at that moment of radical emotional overhaul that also comes at the moment of social-aware realization that one must never express this radical emotional overcharge if one wants to be anything near the coldness of cool. In order to survive the onslaught we freeze our emotions. And these sculptures are very very cool.