solo exhibition
ROTATOR: Oscillations
Solo Exhibition @ ARC Gallery
Gallery hours: Thursdays, Fridays 2-6pm and Saturdays 12-4pm
ARC Gallery, 1463 W Chicago Ave, Chicago
DON’T MISS A SPECIAL PEFORMANCE:
On Saturday, October 24 at 7pm, ARC Gallery hosts ROTATOR: Pulse, a one time performance featuring Stacey Lee Gee and markie. The evening marks the release of ROTATOR x emmr., an album of original experimental/ambient recordings alongside readings from My Mouth Is for Salt, a new collection of erotic poetry. The performance ROTATOR: Pulse features audiovisual works the two artists made in collaboration. Add to Calendar
Artist Statement
The word reads the same forwards and backwards, mirroring itself perfectly. Rotator performs rotation just by being read — form and meaning reflect each other. Arguably the most philosophically complete palindrome: ROTATOR enacts its meaning.
Being inside a future once imagined is stranger than the wanting of it.
Seeing from within a once-future now is unmooring — calmer in some places, wilder in others.
Can we see the texture of the actual? Not the dream of a life, but the life of a dream?
A new place becomes familiar as time is lost inside of it. This is the unexpected weight of a world created with intention.
Rotator is the lightness of beauty that arrives without being conceived of. The synchronicity of a plan not fully fleshed out that becomes a reality which cannot be removed from the picture.
The act of rotation only functions as it moves.
For an object like a gyroscope, a bicycle wheel, a spinning top, rotation is their function. Stillness changes their purpose. As a metaphor, this inverts the usual assumption that a successful life means rest.
Rotation is to be present inside a life you only once imagined. Human presence isn’t stillness or clarity, it is both the balance within rotation and the disorientation of attempting to take stock of it. Always in equilibrium inside something, never outside it looking in.
ROTATOR
The palindrome works as a whole only from a separate vantage point, the same forwards and backwards, but we are always in the center of it, processing the strangeness of a life that has arrived. Is the still center created by infinite movement what being present actually feels like?