Each of Our Erasure
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EACH OF OUR ERASURE is a public video projection series I curated for the Luggage Store Gallery, San Francisco -- including works by Hong-An Truong, Nathan Danilowicz, Pascual Sisto, (and some of my older video works). Hosted by the Luggage Store Gallery, The San Francisco Art Comission, Eliza Barrios, and Darryl Smith.

Please visit each artist's website to learn more about their practice:
http://www.hongantruong.com/
http://www.nathandanilowicz.com/
http://www.pascualsisto.com/

EACH OF OUR ERASURE
Repetition has been a strategy inherent to video and film practice since its inception. The four artists in EACH OF OUR ERASURE employ repetition to make visible our participation in the production of language, social structures, and war.

Hong-An Truong combines archival footage of bombs detonating in Vietnam during the French Indochina period with the soundtrack of the 1965 pop hit “California Dreaming,” sung in Vietnamese karaoke. “[My video plays] with the idea that nostalgia can be evoked without memory or experience, and also by the co-dependent relationship between the West’s present and the Other’s desire for that present. This video appropriates archival images as a way to consider translation, postcolonial subjectivity and sentimentality,” says Truong.

Nathan Danilowicz carves into a concrete floor, creating a crude mandala of sacrifice and servitude that encompasses his body with repetitive patterns and his own blood. In the artist’s words, “Much of the action is hidden beneath the body… what we can see is the undulating movements of bone and muscle beneath skin. The surface of the concrete and the surface of the body… revealing and concealing the artist’s ritual that culminates with drips of his blood sprent onto the textured floor.”

Pascual Sisto presents a contemporary urban flashback to A Wrinkle In Time, the science fiction novel by Madeleine L’Engle, with kickballs bizarrely appearing to bounce in sync.

Gina Osterloh exhibits two of her early video works where repetitions of everyday gesture lay bare the absurdity and impotence of language.