Art can repackage experiences in any number of ways; this can either shed light on a problem or give it a coat of bullshit gloss. In the case of rape trauma, choreographer Rebecca Patek’s vision is clear.
We’re still flying by on September’s openings, but by the time the weekend rolls around, we’re gonna see some signs of new art life. Throughout the week, there’s a heckuva bunch of artist talks and lectures. We just might jump out of our panda costumes to attend a few. By the time the weekend rolls around though, we’ll have some hard choices to make. Pandacam re-enactments or Mike Kelley’s behemoth retrospective at PS1, Rollin Leonard’s solo show of cut up digital bodies, or Robert Longo’s Patsy Cline cover band reuniting at The Kitchen. Only time will tell whether the government’s shutdown has greater effects on the art world than anyone could have predicted.
We know what we’re doing this week. We’re stopping by this summer’s neo-feminist-queer-sex-positive-anti-institutional performance festival “Emergency Glitter,” which, among many others, features AFC’s own roommate Rebecca Patek.