Opening Reception, Friday May 12, 6-9PM
May 10 - May 20
Visual Arts Facility, Graduate Gallery

With huge thanks for the work and participation from Trevor Amery, Mike Calway-Fagen, Chelsea Culprit, Farrah Emami, Audrey Hope, Tim Mann, SANGREE, Kim-Anh Schreiber, Allison Wiese, & Chantal Wnuk.

As the Argus approached the cannibalized Medusa, the Argonauts struggled to tell the difference between bodies of the living and those whose bodies had turned to stone. It had been 13 days and from the original 151 passengers on board the raft, 15 had survived albeit wounded, starving, and visions of their former selves. These numbers it should be noted have cosmic significance, 13 often considered an ominous number, excluded from elevators around the globe and 151 surpassing Dunbar’s number, the assumed cognitive limit for human social relationships, by 1. Perhaps that’s how we arrive at 15? Just lob off the 1. Over the course of the 13 days adrift on the machine the passengers suffered and caused innumerable horrors. Viscount Hugues Duroy de Chaumareys, an emigré loyal to the now reinstated French king, ran their ship aground off the shore of Senegal. From pieces of the shipwrecked Medusa a raft was built, massive in scale, it was to be towed by the lifeboats which contained half the crew of the ship, to shore. The raft, having sunk to thigh deep, created a drag and so the order was given to cut the line. At first they thought it was a mistake and that help would be on its way forthwith but when it became clear they had been left to die terror ensued. Night after night mutinies broke out. Having only brought wine they were soon starving and turned their hungry drunken eyes upon the corpses strewn about the machine. One day, as luck would have it, flying fish found themselves trapped in the machine's construction and they began mixing human flesh with the tiny fish. In the last few days people became hysterical. Some threw themselves overboard believing they could swim to shore and would bring help. They would have hallucinations of their salvation. On the 12th evening looking out on the horizon they saw a ship silhouetted. They debated if it was getting nearer or moving away. At times salvation and damnation share in appearances and with a flash the ship dipped out of view. On the next morning, having all accepted their damned fate they awoke with the Argus closing in on them. Those 13 days, this ordeal, the machine itself, its passengers, and the events serve as a model of self governance; a floating heterotopia if you will.

Am I a raft? Or am I a passenger?