I have recently had the honour of beginning an internship at the grunt gallery, where the parameters of my work there involved working with posters discovered under the floorboards of the Blue Cabin during its restoration by Jeremy + Sus Borsos. At first I had many, many thoughts about these posters, mostly philosophical thoughts about their tactile existence. And many of the ideas I had about working with them were more tangible, conceptual, performative in nature. But, curiosity about the content of the posters is beginning to drive a research based exploration for me - and the labour of trying to dig up anything that connects these posters to history also accomplishes my goal, of giving attention and care to that which is unknown.
Random Ideas Brainstorm:
It feels like the posters themselves - in their physical form - are sort of abject, unwanted. (thought sprung from the one poster that even said “the unwanted”) When they were put in the floor, they weren’t chosen for the content, they were treated as scrap paper. And even today, the theaters and places they came from, weren’t really interested in having them.
Maybe the posters could go into the walls of whatever condos they are building, the development that forced the cabin to be moved. Become invisible again. Back into a vault. Exist, yet not in public space.
Really fascinated with that whole space between high and low tide, interstitial, neither this nor that - interstitial can also mean the spaces in architecture between walls, so very nice parallel there.
Take all the tiny unusable scraps and make something out of them - little talismans, people could have, take with them the aura of something that was physically present for everything that took place in that cabin. The posters heard all the sounds and felt all the rumblings
Reprint posters and wheatpaste around town as though original event is occurring again. Maybe perform the event? Or a rendition of it? Have a listening party, in the presence of the posters - although, oddly enough, the posters would have never been present at the event they advertised.
The 100 hours of time that will be spent on this material feels like a performance of some kind...document obsessively
I’m still ruminating on the idea of the posters as a utilitarian object - food for silverfish and burrows for mice who lived there, put there by the builder of the cabin. Maybe they were actually precious to the builder, who put them there thinking, "this way I'll always know where they are"?