Robin and I have been enjoying a nice correspondence with Nao about the materials she’ll use for her piece. She’s thinking about:
Hot heart gel plastic packets!
Jane and I met Nao on Friday, through the wonders of video chat. She was wearing a gray sweater, a red and white scarf, and a black hat with a rose pinned on. And she’s nice, guys. She’s nice!
My mom’s friend Chelo has a special chef in her kitchen.
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In Nao’s Indigurrito, she invites white men to come up onstage and absolve themselves of 500 years of the white man’s guilt by eating a burrito. Then she fastens the burrito onto her crotch.
What if we had a Haverford version of Indigurrito? The food item would have to be with the DC’s classic “whipped potatoes.” The crime in question would have to be years of constraining, Quakerly, PC liberalism.
Nao could invite Haverfordians onstage to release themselves from their smothering progressive ways by eating mashed potatoes. Then she could place the mashed potatoes inside her mouth and force the unsuspecting audience members to bring their lips up close to hers. They would have to free themselves through the very instrument that caused their stifled silence. They would have to physically ingest their liberation, in a very new and uncomfortable way. Hopefully, they might finally be able to let out the words they have been pressing deep down in their minds and in the pits of their stomachs.
I was researching Nao and the Anonymous Was a Women grant she received, when I accidentally stumbled upon this little jewel: the Guerilla Girls. These feminists dress up in gorilla gear and protest sexism, racism, and corruption in art. Their motto is, “Fighting discrimination with facts, humor and fake fur.” They ask, “Do women have to be naked to get into the Met. Museum?” They have a book Bitches, Bimbos and Ballbreakers: The Guerilla Girls’ Illustrated Guide to Female Stereotypes. When the Broad Contemporary Art Museum had an exhibition with 97% white and 87% male artists, they wrote a letter of protest, signed, “All our love, Guerilla Girls” (detailed in the New Yorker article I found). They visit colleges with lectures, performances, and workshops. Think we can get ‘em at Haverford?
amy sedaris is coming to haverford.
can we figure out how to make this woman an honorary friend or something? she’s rude and she’s crude but she’s also awesome and apparently bakes great cupcakes. she’s coming to school the friday of the week we get back – january 23rd. next week, guys.
she kind of makes sense with nao. i’m thinking of nao’s character “rosa” that she performed on the joan rivers show in 1992:
also maybe nao’s “hero” performance fits in here somewhere? :
they both have this special affect thing going on. amy goes on david letterman all the time and she’s not totally serious with it but i always wonder if she is herself or not. i think that’s nao’s gig too in some ways. i guess there’s a little sasha fierce in all of us. anyway, have a look:
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Jen Delos Reyes wanted to go to theanyspacewhatever, so we brought her with us. And to MOMA too.
I went to MOMA with Jane and Cubby to see Pipilotti Rist’s psychedelic, wall-covering video Pour Your Body Out. But I found myself drawn through translucent pink doors to the Here Is Every. exhibit, where I saw Mirror of Light, by Waltercio Caldas.
This was no case of “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” In Caldas’s 6×6’ mirror, reality (captured in a simple black frame) was the only thing to greet us. The one embellishment is a small red light bulb toward the bottom right, more a part of the perceived reflection than of reality. Read the rest of this entry »