Institutionalization Keeps Me Awake At Night: David Wojnarowicz, The Whitney and the Violence of the Canon
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Institutionalization Keeps Me Awake At Night: David Wojnarowicz, The Whitney and the Violence of the Canon

One of the last works on view in the winding, labyrinth-like galleries of the Whitney Museum’s long awaited David Wojnarowicz retrospective History Keeps Me Awake At Night features a hand, presumably the artist’s own, holding a tiny, adorable frog. Just one example of Wojnarowicz’s lifelong affinity for creepy-crawly things–bugs, frogs, snakes, etc., this tender and … Continue reading

I’m Lying Down And This Vehicle Keeps Moving: The Vulnerability Of “Weight Of The Earth: The Tape Journals of David Wojnarowicz”
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I’m Lying Down And This Vehicle Keeps Moving: The Vulnerability Of “Weight Of The Earth: The Tape Journals of David Wojnarowicz”

“It’s about twenty minutes later. I just can’t stand my self-consciousness when talking into this thing,” says David Wojnarowicz, speaking into an audio recorder in November/December 1988. One of his eleven tape journals he made from 1981 to 1989, he later admits on the same tape: “I don’t know. I really can’t get at this … Continue reading

Into The Black: Peter Hujar’s “Speed Of Life”
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Into The Black: Peter Hujar’s “Speed Of Life”

“Maybe I can’t find you, Peter,” darkly exclaims David Wojnarowicz, walking through a cemetery in his essay “Living Close To The Knives” (100). While detailing his harrowing and nerve-wracking attempt to find the grave of photographer Peter Hujar, who Wojnarowicz later describes as “my friend…my brother my father my emotional link to the world,” Wojnarowicz’s … Continue reading

Dance This Mess Around: MoMA’s “Club 57: Film, Performance, and Art In the East Village, 1978-1983”
Art / Party Out Of Bounds

Dance This Mess Around: MoMA’s “Club 57: Film, Performance, and Art In the East Village, 1978-1983”

I’m not used to suffering from invasive flashbacks inside a major museum. But, pulling back the heavy curtain, leading into Kenny Scharf’s Cosmic Closet, a cozy yet mind-altering intergalactic Day-Glo-painted trash utopia, I was immediately sent through a time warp to June 2011, boogying to The B-52s “Planet Claire” and Martha and the Vandellas “Jimmy … Continue reading