Tuesday, December 27, 2016

important steps for white people/white art: investigating colonial blood, encouraging divestment from racist practice.

Found while googling "linnaeus taxonomy race"
  from Sasha Huber

The primary incentive for my artistic work has been the exploration of my Swiss-Haitian roots and identity via colonial history. This approach has broadened out considerably to include a range of histories and postcolonial realities. 

"As an artist Sasha is like a time travelling heroine who draws attention to historic trauma and its ramifications in the present."  Bruce E. Phillips, Seniour Curator, Te Tuhi, Auckland, NZ

I think she does it better than Isabelle Pauwels. It would be great to see a white male do this kind of work.

See that last line? Nice! 
Ethics! Art! Wow!

PS: I would love to un-euro-name every mountain. I call Mount Tahoma Mount Tahoma instead of Rainier to my daughter intentionally. I look to Denali as an example.

dont underestimate taxonomic power

when you name something you have power over it a la adam. my favorites "so-called negro" and "asiatic," because 'we are what we are, but you want to put us in a box,' and 'asiatic' for solidarity reasons (see housing covenants in the US and 'whites only'/'no negros, jews, or mongoloids/mongolians' in the 1920s, see Carl Linnaeus)... Nomenclature, 2016, Presented at BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music) as part of the group show, The Arch of My Eye's Orbit (curated by Hrag Vartanian)
"Here, Rasheed pairs a grid of 21 framed prints bearing the terms uncovered in her research with a print of a 1967 Ebony magazine spread entitled, "What's in a Name?" where Lerone Bennett Jr. reprints Du Bois' 1928 editorial response in a gesture to reignite the national debate over naming. In doing so, Rasheed carries this conversation into the 21st century, suggesting that issues related to the language of taxonomies and their role in race relations in the US is anything but resolved."

rad dark xmas cards

foreshadowing christ's betrayal and death? via Hyperallergic.

Monday, December 19, 2016



art link roundup

Oaxacan artist collective 2017-2018 @ LA Central Library
"Los Angeles is often lauded as a diverse city, but rarely do the stories of the indigenous communities that make up the city’s history get the credit they deserve. If they do, they're overshadowed by their colonialist counterparts, garnering little more than a few textbook pages. But these communities play a vital role in an exhibition that's currently in the works for contemporary Angelenos to see.
On view from Sept. 16, 2017, to Jan. 31, 2018, “Visualizing Language: A Zapotec Worldview” features commissioned work from Oaxacan artist collective Tlacolulokos [Darío Canul and Cosijoesa Cernas] that will be on display at the Central Library’s rotunda. "

All-male-art-show (probably mostly white)see also, cited in article-sexism in art

"while feminism has propelled women forward, men are stuck in a standstill...Hector thinks a big part of the problem is that men aren’t being asked the same questions as women. While feminism has pushed women to reevaluate their traditional roles in society, Hector thinks “there’s been a lack of having similar conversations with men.” She’s curious about how men talk and think about themselves.

To get the conversation started, Hector generated an extensive list of questions and sent them to a racially diverse group of both straight and gay male artists. She asked the men to consider society’s expectations on them. Do they feel pressure to have a certain kind of picket-fence house, high earning job, wife, husband or family? She asked them if they felt stereotyped as men and whether or not they feel free to express themselves emotionally. She asked them if they think society should change its approach to raising boys, and how they feel feminism has affected their relationships and their perceptions of themselves.

'It’s interesting,' Hector says, 'a woman asking men these questions. I like seeing men be uncomfortable with their feelings.'"

Color @ Tulalip
Exploring color; exhibit geared toward Pre-K - 3rd Graders

hell yes (kristina wong, you do it and you do it and you do it. thank you.)

kristina wong invades the art world

WOC scholarships

scholarships for college and grad school!

Monday, December 12, 2016

to the art museum industrial complex, trump's amerikkka, black folks, etc.

Rashid Johnson. Still fresh, still clean.

Installation view, Rashid Johnson: Message to Our Folks, MCA Chicago, Apr 14-Aug 5, 2012. Photo: Nathan Keay, © MCA Chicago.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

fuck facebook.

seriously, fuck facebook.


you're not responsible for the other white people.

i see you sharing

black lives matter! dope post!

i see you marching

on instagram! dope post!

i see you donating

to THE cause. dope post!

your cousin in mountain view,

your best friend from college,

your aunt on your dad's side.


what his fascination with asian bodies got to do with you???

what her view on black men in the club got to do with you???

what auntie say about towelheads got to do with you???

you got bills, career instability, failed romance, a painful relationship with your father, global fear, comparison judgment, and the new season of favorite tv show on your plate,

what more can be asked of you?

you already have a puerto rican friend,

you already teach kids who's future assignment is prison,

you already passed 2010's ally exam.

i get it. there's just not enough time for anything more.


it's not your responsibility.

and anyway, we know how hard you try.

we're all trying so hard, i know.

we are all frauds & failures & fucking wack

in the eyes of those who condemn us

to the color of our skin.

we let ourselves be agents of hate,

as if the power of our silence at thanksgiving,

in the boardroom,

amongst shared ethnic background,

will evolve from within

what silence has yet to evolve

in anything.


i thought i could click like my way to evolution.

i thought revolution was proven on the internet.

i thought my face excused me from others' struggle.

i thought example would magically transform all i touched.

i thought writing the poem was the most i needed to do.

i thought all the world's problems separated by borders.

i thought responsibility was only what i did for myself.

you are not responsible for

the other asian people.

the aunt who still clutches her purse to acknowledge black.

the best friend from college whose best friends are now all white.

the cousin fucking his hate into the poorest nations on earth.

you are not responsible for

the other asian people.

you can talk your way out of any wrongdoing.

you can make believers out of anyone.

you can present like corporate long game.

you are only responsible

for who you are.


you're not a coward.

you been living

in a reward system

that erases

us all.

when we gonna challenge the roles we been assigned?

when we gonna challenge the comfort of our peers?

when we gonna challenge the traditions of our past?

when we gonna challenge the way our daily ignores color?

when we gonna challenge the narratives of war?

when we gonna challenge the truth of ongoing slavery?

when we gonna challenge the fear of facing our own hate?

when we gonna challenge the people against humanity?

when we gonna challenge the 8 men who rule over everyone?

when we gonna challenge the how that keeps failing truth?

when we gonna challenge the world made by our choices?

don't worry,

making buzzfeed rich

is probably enough.

don't worry,

becoming my friend

is probably enough.

don't worry,

sharing this

is probably enough.

i mean,

what else can you do?

you're not responsible

for the other white people.

you're only responsible

for who you are.

and who knows

where you at

in understanding

that truth.

and who knows

whether this is something

you listen to

or become

defensive about.

and who knows

their responsibility


into the reality

we've lived

the shared lie


we only have

as much power as

the masters give us.

you're not responsible

for the other white people.

keep saying it

until all the mirrors die.

until there’s nothing left

of us.

- Beau Sia