November 26, 2013

3 4 y r s .


i went running yesterday.

i haven't been running in months. in a year and

three months. it felt good — to return to myself,

to my body. today i'm sore, but i feel renewed:

having done something, saw a door and opened it.

i followed a new route and never grew tired.

June 12, 2013

n / a




i'm happy to announce that after many months of planning,

i've recently opened n/a, an exhibition and event space

in oakland, california.


with a focus on the queer experience in contemporary art practice,

n/a seeks to gather individuals and communities of diverse social

and political backgrounds, with programming that encourages

critical dialog, lends legibility and visibility to queer artists and

ideas, and produces new imaginaries. it is curated by myself

with the help of a community of organizers. many thanks to

kait mooney, christopher füllemann, kristine eudey, alex

maldonado, alexandra anderson, rocket caleshu, daniel

nevers and lindsay reed for their love, hard work,

and support.


i'm very excited to tell you about our first show,

your motion says you're in the mood, new work

by christopher füllemann. in the meanwhile,

visit out our website, friend us on facebook,

and drop by if you're in town.


x


January 23, 2013

a l t / e x

I am a proud recipient of a 2012 Alternative Exposure grant 

from San Francisco's visual arts nonprofit Southern Exposure

in support of n/a : an emergent art space for the Bay Area 

queer community opening later in the spring, 2013.

Meet all the grantees tonight at Southern Exposure

6-8pm 3030 20th St San Franisco




January 17, 2013

f a u s t



saturday the 19th i participated in small press traffic's poet's theatre, 

a festival of avant-garde plays by poets. i performed a small role in 

In A Word, Faust, written by ish klein and directed by kevin killian.

the event was held at counterPULSE. X

January 10, 2013

a n o t h e r n e w y e a r




The Forest


At night
under the trees
the black snake
jellies forward
rubbing
roughly
the stems of the bloodroot,
the yellow leaves,
little boulders of bark,
to take off
the old life.
I don’t know
if he knows what is happening.
I don’t know
if he knows
it will work.
In the distance
the moon and the stars
give a little light.
In the distance
the owl cries out.
In the distance
the owl cries out.
The snake knows
there are the owl’s woods,
these are the woods of death,
these are the woods of hardship
where you crawl and crawl,
where you live in the husks of trees,
where you lie on the wild twigs
and they cannot bear your weight,
where life has no purpose
and is neither civil nor intelligent.
Where life has no purpose,
and is neither civil nor intelligent,
it begins
to rain,
it begins
to smell like the bodies
of flowers.
At the back of the neck
the old skin splits.
The snake shivers but does not hesitate.
He inches forward.
He begins to bleed through
like satin.




Mary Oliver

November 25, 2012

2 1 s t c e n t u r y




opening tomorrow

darin klein + friends present, with suzanne wright:

the third annual queer pile-up! and the release of

21st century queer artists identify themselves #4


the show runs november 26 - december 1, 2012 

at foryourart / 6020 wilshire blvd los angeles, ca



October 18, 2012

t c


torreya cummings strangefamiliars / at southern exposure



September 18, 2012

September 05, 2012


"There is, as will appear later, an element of undergoing, 

of suffering, in its large sense, in every experience. 

Otherwise there could be no taking in of what preceded. 

For "taking in" in any vital experience, 

is something more than placing something 

on top of consciousness over what was previously known. 

It involves reconstruction which may be painful." 


John Dewey



March 02, 2012