April 24, 2017 - July 15, 2017
Mirak Jamal, Anna Ročňová, Sung Tieu curated by Christina Gigliotti
Heels slap the pavement – yours. Fruit is rotting in the refrigerator, and someone speaks calmly in an indeterminable language. The stillness of your departure blankets everything.
On a walk I notice the street debris under my shuffling feet. Staying still makes the whirlwind come into focus. There are personal touches on yellowing doorways. Greetings. Someone is sitting and waiting, shifting his eyes, scanning.
Looking too long at thrown out mattresses on the street makes me feel like a voyeur getting an uninvited glimpse of a naked belly. I’m fixated on the stains and rips and indentations from encounters. Sleep, make-up smudges, stray curly hairs. Imaginary feet are entwined.
You’re all alone on a 747, and you made the mistake of bringing your old self to the new place. You are a self-imposed exile, trying to understand what it means to arrive and depart.
Polansky Gallery