Rindon Johnson

An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022

leather, indigo, crayon, coffee, shellac

157.5 x 127cm

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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