BALANCE / UNBALANCED | GWAR

Laura Guarie

Clinging to the front rail at the smaller than small Pearl Street “Ballroom,” a sweaty music venue in Northampton, MA, I felt a little woozy. Not because of anything I had ingested, but because the girl elbowing me for space was the same girl — bright pink hair, thick black eyeliner, heavy studded leather jacket and pants with no less than 20 nonfunctional zippers — who had spit in my general direction earlier that day in town.

 

It’s not that she didn’t like me. She clearly just didn’t like the idea of me: I was someone who bathed and wore white regularly, and thought it would be fun to see Gwar with the guy I was dating and his friends. Gwar, for those of you who are civilized, is part metal band, part art project — a band that closely resembles a pornographic monster nightmare. If you happened to google it just now, I’m really sorry. If you do know who Gwar is, I’m also sorry.

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This wasn’t my first violent show, but this was the first time I found myself accidentally in the middle of the fray. Whether slinking around the walls or taking an elbow in the eye from
Pink Hair 20 Zippers, I was equally, awkwardly, out of place. The big differentiator being, when observing from the sidelines, my main thought was:

 

“How are they not getting hurt?”

 

And as P.H.20.Z. slammed her combat boot on my toe, my main thought became:

 

“I think I’m hurt.”

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Flight wasn’t an option — I was pinned in from all directions — and let’s be honest, fight wasn’t either. Pinky Zips had at least 30 lbs on me. So as my new boyfriend’s roommates were at the back of the room assuring him that I was definitely going to break up with him for this, I let Gwar happen.

 

I wouldn’t call what happened next “moshing.” “Rag doll” isn’t quite right either, because while, yes, at times my body was limp and wholly supported by the people around me, I was also tense and alert. I concentrated on not dying, and succeeded! I found my strength and my balance in the chaos of sound. I left Pearl Street a little bruised, ears ringing, a new fan of Gwar.

 

And then I threw up.

 

BALANCE / UNBALANCED
Opening Reception
Thursday, May 17 | 7:00-10:00 PM
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Pictured:
Laura Guarie
Berta Bernad by Paloma Wool
Entrapment by Tanapol Kaewpring

Balance / Unbalanced | These Names Have Been Changed

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Before design, I worked for some time in social services. The where and the when are not pertinent or interesting, but the what and the whom — a Direct Care Counselor with a small community of schizophrenic individuals — are like all of the most dazzling secrets: vital historical information that shapes a person and her choices without visible glitter or audible noise.

 

Their mental illnesses were like their personalities, wide-ranging and severe. Men and women older than my parents who needed my care to help them survive to the next day.

 

Beth, who rode the town bus on an obsessive and comforting loop from sunrise to sunset every day except Thursdays. Thomas, who collected old Walkmans and played air guitar, screaming along to Metallica at the top of his lungs outside of the popular pizza parlor downtown, also every day, including Thursdays. Ellen, who kept her two pet rats in her purse until they died tragically from neglect. In her purse.

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One of the most severe cases was John. Every member of our community was taking antipsychotics, which curbed their schizophrenic hallucinations. But John, no matter the dose or change of meds continued to see people that were not there and have experiences that did not happen.

 

“I met up with Jesus and Robert Redford at the mall yesterday,” John would tell me, and I would gently remind him that he was sick and that it didn’t really happen. John would go quiet and smile, with his own secret — that Robert Redford was hilarious and Jesus had a surprisingly catty side.

 

John and I became friends. A sixty-something, deeply religious gay man and a twenty-nothing girl harboring hopes to move to New York to become a fashion designer.

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If they took all their meds and completed all their daily tasks, each of them were rewarded a weekly outing with the counselor of their choice. John always chose me, and we always got fried clam rolls at his favorite spot two towns over.

 

It was over fried clams week after week, that I realized John’s struggle with his schizophrenia would never cease. He would never get better. No matter what I did, how much I cared, or how hard I worked, I wouldn’t be able to fix him. This realization left me despondent – as many similar revelations would in the years to come – but not John. He wasn’t always happy, and he was rarely balanced, but he was content and accepting of his daily journey between balance and unbalance.

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After telling everyone I was leaving for New York, I struggled with feelings of guilt and an overwhelming sense of selfishness. Thomas had stood up from the sofa we were sitting at and declared he was going to kill himself (he didn’t, but we got him to his doctor immediately).

 

For weeks leading up to our final outing, John could not contain his excitement about the surprise he had planned for me. He talked about “The Surprise” for weeks and channelled his sadness towards planning, managing to keep the secret from me.

 

On the day of The Surprise, we climbed into the company car, and John instructed me where to drive. We pulled up to our destination and walked into the lobby of the newest chain hotel that recently opened in our small town. John sat on a floral wingback chair facing a gas fireplace with a giant smile on his face.

 

“Isn’t it so lovely in here?”

 

I settled into the chair next to him and said, “it is.”

 

BALANCE / UNBALANCED
Opening Reception
Thursday, May 17 | 7:00-10:00 PM
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Pictured:
Florence Henri, Portrait 1928
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Nostalgie de la terre Patrick Martin

Balance / Unbalanced | Natarajasana

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Stand in Mountain Pose, with your feet together and your arms at your sides. Palms facing forward.

 

Realize that yes, Mountain Pose is the same as “just standing.”

 

Shift your weight onto your left foot.

 

Bend your right knee moving your foot straight back and up.

 

Reach your right hand down, palm facing outwards and clasp the inner arch of your right foot, wrapping your fingers over top.

 

Find your balance.

 

Draw your knees together and find your balance.

 

Reach your left arm overhead, facing your palm to the right.

 

Relax your shoulders, if they have shrugged towards your ears, roll them back and down, while keeping your left arm up.

 

By fixing your gaze on an unmoving spot ahead, find your balance. A spot where the floor meets the ground works well, and keeps you from making uncomfortable eye contact with your reflection.

 

Make sure your left kneecap and toes haven’t strayed. They should be pointing straight forward.

 

Find your balance and when you feel ready, begin to press your right foot away from your body as you lean your torso ever-slightly forward. Keep your chest lifted and continue reaching your left fingertips toward the ceiling.

 

Raise your right foot as high as you can, bringing your thigh parallel to the floor. No pressure, but higher if possible. While your leg reaches up, tuck your tailbone toward the ground to avoid compressing your lower back. Your right knee should be in line with your body so be careful not to let it splay open to the side.

 

Balance and breathe. One.

Balance and breathe. Two.

Balance and breathe. Three.

Balance and breathe. Four.

Balance and breathe. Five.

 

Slowly and gently lower your leg and reverse these steps, returning you to your starting position.

 

For balance, repeat on the left side.

 

BALANCE / UNBALANCED
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Thursday, May 17 | 7:00-10:00 PM
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Balance / Unbalanced

Opening Reception

Thursday, May 17 | 7:00-10:00 PM

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COUNTERPARTS 3 | SEATS AND BUTTS

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COUNTERPARTS 3

SEATS

AND

BUTTS

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BUTTS

Woman reading House & Home
William Wegman (2002)
Eartha Kitt by Isaac Sutton (1959)
Natalie Paine by Louise Dahl-Wolfe for Harper’s Bazaar (1950)
Flor Garduño, Hoja Elegante, Mexico (1998)
Jochen Raiss from Women In Trees

COUNTERPARTS 2 | DRAWERS AND DRAWERS

VOLUME FIVE | COUNTERPARTS

STASIS FINALE | BALANCE

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BALANCE

 

A moment of ease, of pause, of equilibrium; balance exists in a state where tension has been laid to rest.

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WORK PICTURED:
NOSTALGIA I by HIROKO TAKEDA
OLDTOWN STOOL / SIDE TABLE by HOLLIS + MORRIS
POOL RUG by GRAIN
MONOLITH LADDER BACK CHAIR by PHAEDO
ALSO PICTURED:
ALAIN ZENATTI, UNTITLED
RACHEL SAUNDERS CERAMIC VESSEL
ALEXANDER CAULDER MOBILE
BRUCE NAUMAN, IN-FI-NITY
ART DIRECTION:
COLONY
PHOTOGRAPHY:
ALAN TANSEY
STYLING:
COLONY
MODELS:
EVALINA PATINO
INGEMAR HAGEN-KEITH

STASIS 4 | DISRUPT

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DISRUPT

 

A celebration of messiness, imperfection and incongruity, Stasis 4 | Disrupt reminds us that there is beauty to be found in this madness.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved…the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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WORK PICTURED:
TETRA by FARRAH SIT
FLOATING DRAWER DRESSER by CODOR
SILK MOHAIR BAND THROW by HIROKO TAKEDA
ALSO PICTURED:
KASPER SONNE, ICEBLACK
CY TWOMBLY, APOLLO AND THE ARTIST, 1975
GLENN LIGON, RUCKENFIGUR, 2009
ART DIRECTION:
COLONY
PHOTOGRAPHY:
ALAN TANSEY
STYLING:
COLONY
MODELS:
MEHER GOEL
INGEMAR HAGEN-KEITH

STASIS 3 | OPEN

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OPEN

 

Staying open is a constant challenge in a world where the opposite often means privacy, comfort and safety. But an open mind pushes us to understand perspectives besides our own and allows for a deeper understanding of our collective strengths and frailties.

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WORK PICTURED:
MAUI QUILT by MEG CALLAHAN
CHAISE LOUNGER by MOVING MOUNTAINS
ALSO PICTURED:
TERRACOTTA TUNNEL BY BOBBY CLARK
JOHN PAWSON AT LONDON DESIGN MUSEUM
FLY BY NIGHT BY DUKE RILEY
ART DIRECTION:
COLONY
PHOTOGRAPHY:
ALAN TANSEY
STYLING:
COLONY
MODELS:
MEHER GOEL
INGEMAR HAGEN-KEITH
EVALINA PATINO

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