In the midst of our private disaster of Ross’s imminent death, and the darkness of that particular historical moment, we were given the chance to ponder on the opportunity to regain our breath, and breathe a romantic air only true lovers breathe.
Recently Roni revisited the Gold FieId. This time it is two sheets. Two, a number of companionship, of doubled pleasure, a pair, a couple, one on top of the other. Mirroring and emanating light. When Roni showed me this new work she said “there is sweat in-between." I knew that.
Meaning can only be formulated when we can compare, when we bring information to our daily level, to our “private” sphere. Otherwise information just goes by. Which is precisely what the ideological apparatuses want and need: “You give us 30 minutes and we give you the world." A meaningless one. With internets and highways included. A virtual state of containment.
We should fight hate and the dissemination of ignorance and fear with the effective use of history and fact.
This piece is nothing more than a thin layer of gold. It is everything a good poem by Wallace Stevens is; precise, with no extra baggage, nothing extra. A poem that feels secure and dares to unravel itself, to become naked, to be enjoyed in a tactile manner, but beyond that, in an intellectual way too. Ross and I were lifted. That gesture was all we needed to rest, to think about the possibility of change. This showed the innate ability of an artist proposing to make this place a better place. How truly revolutionary.
Roni’s work has never been the darling of the establishment. Of course not. Some people dismiss Roni’s work as pure formalism, as if such purity were possible after years of knowing that the act of looking at an object, any object, is transfigured by gender, race, socio-economic class, and sexual orientation.