upstairs: Other Romances

curated by Em Rooney

September 10 - October 29, 2017

Press Release

Other Romances

Marissa Bluestone

Terry Evans

Emma Hedditch

Xylor Jane

Baseera Khan

Sable Elyse Smith


September 10 – October 29, 2017

Opening Reception: Sunday, September 10, 6 – 8pm



Their words passed

through. With a

Blue-Greeness the

Thick of the Glass

The Fluorescent Light

It Buzzes and Can't be

Drowned Out, If you

Think it's Ceased it's

Because the Buzz has

Now Become a Part

of You. You walk Around

With it. I Walk Around

With it. Becoming.


Sable and I emailed over the winter about a piece of hers, an aluminum sign board, with the above words, in plastic letters, on felt, behind glass, inside it. Another sign board piece, from the same show, was about her father, and had two keys on the side—one in the lock and one hanging off. I wrote her: Ursula K Le Guin uses the key and lock metaphor at the end of one of her novellas: self-love is the key and the lock is desire for another and the door is love— it won't open without the key. Sable wrote to me about an excerpt from Audre Lorde’s Uses of the Erotic. To paraphrase; eroticism courses through us all the time, determining our ethos, our empathy, and our presentness.


Housing projects in Chicago built on lead reservoirs from bygone factories get demolished, neighboring bodies breathe in the dust. Satellite images of sprawling prisons, resembling mass graves, quiet those calmed by the containment of the people inside. A red cross on the top of a hospital gets seen, ignored, targeted and bombed.


Cul-de-sacers, worshipers, prisoners, detainees, workers, shoppers, and patients alike—the containers that hold us, form us too.

Last week, the president of the United States of America encouraged a small and grotesque act: roughly cramming suspects into police cars.  Behind him rows of officers swam uncomfortably in their polyester uniforms.


Catherine Opie, gets out of her car early in the morning and photographs the freeways outside of LA.   


The roads in Opie's series Freeways are empty and looming like science fiction playgrounds. Because I grew up in the country they seem, to me, stark, alien, and beautiful—like the desert.  Marissa, though, having grown up in Teaneck, New Jersey a close suburb of New York City, knew the architecture of the overpass. For her they always symbolized her romantic departures from home, towards the city.


I think the photographs are meant to be about archeology in some way (today's freeways are yesterday's pyramids), but I can't not think about Catherine Opie, as portrayed in her famous 1993 Self Portrait/Cutting, with a bleeding pictogram on her back of two female stick figures, a house, and the sky, getting out of her car and standing to the side of the road somewhere, with her camera to her face. To make a picture with your body is to be made vulnerable—looking, stealing, cars and people racing by, or alone with one other person, or with yourself.


Sometimes I like to imagine a piece of fabric, hung between two trees, strong enough to hold my entire core comfortably —not a thong and not a hammock but somewhere in between. I want to hang here, gravity pulling my hips towards the ground in opposite directions, with my arms loose, and my eyes closed, seeing the red sky through my lids.


Architectures, and their byproducts, get into us, with their awe, with their traumas of alienation, and never go away.  We build our own houses of worship, sew our own clothes, and accept the codes that have been put upon us neither better, nor worse, but always.


As our mortal bonds are subjugated to continual suppression at the hands of infrastructure (some as benign as waiting rooms, or subway cars—some as maleficent as pipelines, or holding cells), and as these structures etch through our landscape and hover over our heads we float, not quite poets but between poetry and the sun—in the realm of the visual. We see/feel/imagine industrial forces and respond to them with our bodies, through the production of images, through the production of ourselves.


Em Rooney

Curator, Other Romances


Sally Saul and 'Other Romances' mentioned in Andrew Russeth's Critic's Diary (September 2017) for ARTnews
September 13, 2018

Artist Reading & Closing Reception for "Other Romances"
October 29, 2017

Please join us for readings by Marissa Bluestone, Emma Hedditch, and Baseera Khan on Sunday, October 29th from 6 - 7 pm.

BOMB Magazine reviews "Other Romances"
October 25, 2017