A collaborative piece by J.M. O'Malley and Rebeca Olguin. Soapbox Gallery, Brooklyn, NY. Summer 2010
This is a collaborative piece I worked on during summer of 2010 with photographer and friend J.M. O'Malley. The piece includes drawing, photography and installation and was a pretty interesting and weird experiment of hybridization of our work, leit motifs, techniques and aesthetic concerns. It was installed at the Soapbox Gallery Window display for two weeks (From July 23th to August 05th 2010) so people could see it when passing by on the street.
J.M. conceptualized it as a ¨Sangre criatura" (yes, the fact that my native tongue is Spanish and hers is English also resulted in a weird hybridization of concepts and titles). As for me, the piece deals with the idea of collaboration as an eminently intuitive, complex and dynamic process that always involves a dichotomy of contradictions: an interaction that includes pain and pleasure, wounding and healing, giving and taking away, denial and acceptation... a process that is complex and always in motion, as our friendship.
The piece consists in a drawing inspired on a childhood experience J.M. told me about and a picture of one of her eyes. I used inks stamps and Suminagashi on it and also included a tiny 3D object (an old key J.M. donated to my collection of personal totems). the drawing incorporates some of my own work's motives (growing things, motility, drippings, round shapes). The drawing was then connected to a series of photographs J.M. took inspired on some conversations we had, discoveries we made, things I said or liked when hanging out together. The photos were put inside IV bags and we had some fake blood connecting the whole piece, to keep it alive. The piece was thus conceived as a living organism, a "sangre criatura".
Below the piece, lying on the floor, there are some objects that constitute a shared collection of personal totems J.M. and I collected during summer: from blades and mushrooms to bottles, keys and seeds. The main piece drops some of its blood on them and also some of that blood is dripping out of the window and reaches the sidewalk.
I will ask J.M. to write something about the piece too and paste it here.