Rindon Johnson

Hello Hello Johnson‘s narcissis, here‘s your moon rising over that yellow thin line of a place not like in the ocean, those cliffs, opening if anything, Who know’s if they’re hurt? Hello Hello, Eden‘s in the sea and you‘re in hell, you then us, hello, hello, When it’s day and I see the moon in the sky does the moon go away before it is night or does the moon also stay? Hello Hello, mesh wire keeps chicks inside, Hello, Hello, The wide road shimmered in the hot sun, Hello Hello, This is what you get when you lay a circle out in triangles or maybe hop over the fence and plunge in, Hello Hello Hello Hello, a giant sees nothing in the mirror, Hello, Hello, can some one get me out of here. Hello hello the sun is the sky, 2022

leather, wax, vaseline, oil-based varnish, house paint

52 x 83.5cm

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About Rindon Johnson

Rindon Johnson works across numerous modes, from virtual reality and sculpture to poetry and art criticism. Questions of embodiment and technology weave throughout his work: How do we employ digital space, and how are we employed by it? How much is history a virtual construct? What does skin remember? Johnson’s materials are carefully considered, building on the notion of the by-product and calling on histories of colonial exploitation and slavery. Using dynamic processes like aging, staining, and exposure to the elements, he encodes time and place as both materials and collaborators. With a candid, sharp-edged humor, Johnson’s practice balances playful experimentation with a stark examination of intimacy, violence, and the future of historical legacy.

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