We decided to put the work immediately on the screen, without our press releases and without our bio. We don't use our site to present information. We present screens and things that are happening in these screens. We avoid explanations. Look at any exhibition: People are sniffing on the information plates next to the art works, before they look at the work itself. They want to know who did a piece, before they have an opinion about it. As long as we can we try to avoid that.
My grandparents, having lived through Italian colonization and the subsequent fight for independence, were keenly aware of the erasure that comes with cultural subjugation. They resisted assimilation as a means to sustain within our home the history, knowledge, culture, and traditions of our people as the very real danger of erasure was ever present. The knowledge of our ancestors was encased in the rich, guttural tones of our native tongue, and the preservation of that language was the only way to keep our ancestral knowledge alive. ... I had bended and broken my tongue in order to sound as American as possible, not realizing what I was losing in exchange. I thought I was conquering a new language; instead it was conquering me. In my youthful exuberance and ignorance, I had unwittingly participated in my own erasure, and when I finally understood what my grandmother meant all those years, it was too late. I would never be able to retrieve the memories and knowledge my grandfather carried with him. It had all been lost to the sands of time.
Your sentences trail off into muttering when your nerves get the better of you. Your thigh becomes frantic, your palm presses down on it as if in secret, but everyone can see your thigh, which is not connected to your palm but to your hip and the ball of your foot. Eyeballs, tongue, your whole leg kicks out against the piece you would say. I see how patience is a kind of caress. Let history be borne out in stutters, in mania and grappling.
Even though the images of angels we most commonly see are childlike figures aglow with rapture and unspeakable delight, as messengers they carry the weight of our burdens, our sorrows, and our joys. In representations they are most often given a childlike visage to remind us that enlightenment comes only as we return to a childlike state and are born again.