Materially fluid and interactive in nature, my work operates at the crossroads of drawing, fiber, sculpture, video, sound, ceramics, installation and sensorial perception. I knead together concrete signifiers of historical and contemporary systems of power and marginalization with visual metaphor and aesthetics of play to propose new world orders that teeter totter the line between utopia and dystopia. Utilizing tactics of contagion, the work disperses textures, tastes, smells and sounds that break apart tyrannies of vision to bodily implicate the viewer in discussions of gender, race, class, sexuality, disability and animality. The gallery becomes a library, a model home, a children’s museum, a crime scene and a consciousness raising room. It stretches and it buckles. It asks and it answers: “How am I not myself?”


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"Every time people would call and ask 'what's playing?' he would have to say "I Love You" and sometimes there would be a deadly silence before the caller would sheepishly respond, 'I beg your pardon?' Others weren't so polite; 'Fuck you,' they'd snarl thinking the ticket taker was trying to be a smart-ass. 'I hate you,' another quipped before disconnecting politely."
"The New York Times wouldn't let me print the word 'hair-pie."


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© wolfie rawk 1985 - 2018