Trisha Baga
06 Jun - 18 Jul 2014
© Trisha Baga
Pure Life Poland Spring Canada Dry Fiji Gatorade, 2014
Trolley with 5 glazed ceramic bottles
All: ca. 38 x 57 x 30 cm
Pure Life Poland Spring Canada Dry Fiji Gatorade, 2014
Trolley with 5 glazed ceramic bottles
All: ca. 38 x 57 x 30 cm
TRISHA BAGA
Free Internet
6 June - 18 July 2014
I'm at Barnes and Noble Café drinking the bottom of a frappuccino and feeling super jazzed. That sound and that feeling! The cafè is also where Oprah has a print shop/water cave. I had all these photos that I had printed on a big roll at the back of a dollar store "in the ghetto" (google maps), but when I saw the Oprah Water Cave, I threw my big plastic bag asunder and jumped in the water. It was a relief to swim as always, and I am happy. Tiny was eating cookies the size of her palm, but they were too small, they are usually the size of bigger palms. Tiny's mom rolls her eyes and talks about shopping. While I was swimming my print roll got wet, and the ink started bleeding, and I think, damn I am a blue ribbon idiot.
But at the same time, I got excited about how it looked, especially the black ink separation, the way the paint falls easily off the pastiche in the water it's the best.
I mean pastiche is plastic, it falls off the plastic in my hands. It’s the best.
And my finger is a horizontal weight pushing downwards, and that's a diagram of life.
I describe my plans to David at the gay ball and he uses his hands in the air distractedly saying "fabulous" and the general feeling of waiting/being in line.
Are we alike or not? by David Salkin
There was an old Indian that lived in a brown long house. There was an old Indian that lived in a black hogan, and one that lived in an orange wigwam. They all wore soft moccasins. They all had the same pattern on their blanket. They all had the same things except houses. They had the same black quartz arrowheads and the same dependable stallions. One day one man found a buffalo footprint on the ground. One found a broken cradle, and one found a piece of pottery. Then one Indian said, ‘We're different in two ways now.’ From that day on they were happy. Except for one thing one Indian said. ‘We're different in three ways. I'm a girl.’”
-1993
But then I fake wake up and it's not Friday and I find 3 hot sandwiches on a lower open drawer in my old room in my parents house and I'm like oh these sandwiches! They are so hot and soft and perfect! And three different flavors of sandwich too! And the first bite is wonderful, and I sing the flavor song and I wonder how'd this drawer get such perfectly hot sandwiches in it, I haven't been here in weeks! And then the next bites of the other sandwiches have too many pickled peppers in them, like it seems a lazy amount, and I can't find the first flavor sandwich song again, like maybe I missed my chance, and thats why they are there, and that's what they are teaching me.
And it makes the trio of hot sandwiches their presence more sinister, like a prophecy.
Trisha BAGA is born in 1985 in Venice, Florida. She currently lives and works in New York. She studied at The Cooper Union School of Art and at Bard College in New York.Recent solo exhibitions include: Zabludowicz Collection, London (2014); Gravity, Peep-Hole, Milan; Florida, Société Berlin, Berlin, (2013); Holiday, Dundee Contemporary Arts, Dundee, Scotland; The Biggest Circle, Greene Naftali, New York; Plymouth Rock 2, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; World Peace, Kunstverein Munich, Munich; Rock, Vilma Gold; London (2012). Furthermore she has participated in numerous group shows including: High Performance, curated by Bernhard Serexhe and Julia Stoschek, Julia Stoschek Collection at ZKM, Dusseldorf; That Singing Voice, curated by Matt Moravec, Galería Marta Cervera, Madrid; Abscess, Rectum, Septum, Cave, Puerto Rico, (2014); The Stand In (or A Glass of Milk), Public Fiction, Los Angeles; Frieze Sounds Program, London; Speculations on Anonymous Materials, Fridericianum, Kassel; Freak Out, Greene Naftali, New York; Trisha Baga & No Brow, curated by Katharina Simmer, Galerie Emanuel Layr, Wien; Meanwhile... Suddenly and Then, Lyon Biennal, 2013, Lyon, France; Hercules Radio, Frieze Sounds Program, New York, (2013); Paraphantoms, Temporary Gallery, Cologne; New Pictures of Common Objects, curated by Christopher Y. Lew, MoMA PS1, New York; Troubling Space, curated by Helga Just Christoffersen and Natasha Marie Llorens, Zabludowicz Collection, London (2012).
Free Internet
6 June - 18 July 2014
I'm at Barnes and Noble Café drinking the bottom of a frappuccino and feeling super jazzed. That sound and that feeling! The cafè is also where Oprah has a print shop/water cave. I had all these photos that I had printed on a big roll at the back of a dollar store "in the ghetto" (google maps), but when I saw the Oprah Water Cave, I threw my big plastic bag asunder and jumped in the water. It was a relief to swim as always, and I am happy. Tiny was eating cookies the size of her palm, but they were too small, they are usually the size of bigger palms. Tiny's mom rolls her eyes and talks about shopping. While I was swimming my print roll got wet, and the ink started bleeding, and I think, damn I am a blue ribbon idiot.
But at the same time, I got excited about how it looked, especially the black ink separation, the way the paint falls easily off the pastiche in the water it's the best.
I mean pastiche is plastic, it falls off the plastic in my hands. It’s the best.
And my finger is a horizontal weight pushing downwards, and that's a diagram of life.
I describe my plans to David at the gay ball and he uses his hands in the air distractedly saying "fabulous" and the general feeling of waiting/being in line.
Are we alike or not? by David Salkin
There was an old Indian that lived in a brown long house. There was an old Indian that lived in a black hogan, and one that lived in an orange wigwam. They all wore soft moccasins. They all had the same pattern on their blanket. They all had the same things except houses. They had the same black quartz arrowheads and the same dependable stallions. One day one man found a buffalo footprint on the ground. One found a broken cradle, and one found a piece of pottery. Then one Indian said, ‘We're different in two ways now.’ From that day on they were happy. Except for one thing one Indian said. ‘We're different in three ways. I'm a girl.’”
-1993
But then I fake wake up and it's not Friday and I find 3 hot sandwiches on a lower open drawer in my old room in my parents house and I'm like oh these sandwiches! They are so hot and soft and perfect! And three different flavors of sandwich too! And the first bite is wonderful, and I sing the flavor song and I wonder how'd this drawer get such perfectly hot sandwiches in it, I haven't been here in weeks! And then the next bites of the other sandwiches have too many pickled peppers in them, like it seems a lazy amount, and I can't find the first flavor sandwich song again, like maybe I missed my chance, and thats why they are there, and that's what they are teaching me.
And it makes the trio of hot sandwiches their presence more sinister, like a prophecy.
Trisha BAGA is born in 1985 in Venice, Florida. She currently lives and works in New York. She studied at The Cooper Union School of Art and at Bard College in New York.Recent solo exhibitions include: Zabludowicz Collection, London (2014); Gravity, Peep-Hole, Milan; Florida, Société Berlin, Berlin, (2013); Holiday, Dundee Contemporary Arts, Dundee, Scotland; The Biggest Circle, Greene Naftali, New York; Plymouth Rock 2, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; World Peace, Kunstverein Munich, Munich; Rock, Vilma Gold; London (2012). Furthermore she has participated in numerous group shows including: High Performance, curated by Bernhard Serexhe and Julia Stoschek, Julia Stoschek Collection at ZKM, Dusseldorf; That Singing Voice, curated by Matt Moravec, Galería Marta Cervera, Madrid; Abscess, Rectum, Septum, Cave, Puerto Rico, (2014); The Stand In (or A Glass of Milk), Public Fiction, Los Angeles; Frieze Sounds Program, London; Speculations on Anonymous Materials, Fridericianum, Kassel; Freak Out, Greene Naftali, New York; Trisha Baga & No Brow, curated by Katharina Simmer, Galerie Emanuel Layr, Wien; Meanwhile... Suddenly and Then, Lyon Biennal, 2013, Lyon, France; Hercules Radio, Frieze Sounds Program, New York, (2013); Paraphantoms, Temporary Gallery, Cologne; New Pictures of Common Objects, curated by Christopher Y. Lew, MoMA PS1, New York; Troubling Space, curated by Helga Just Christoffersen and Natasha Marie Llorens, Zabludowicz Collection, London (2012).