When we got to La Nana, tucked behind the Franz Mayer Museum in the blighted Guerrero neighborhood—forever cursed for having started as an indigenous neighborhood, divided and wrecked by city planners who slapped major thoroughfares, train tracks, power stations, and other “neutral” infrastructure on it—everybody was already sitting in an oval. We both peered at … Continue reading Offend Society Collective: Drawing Circle
Who the fuck did it occur to that Foucault and whatever other colonist isn’t mass consumption in a world drawn by that colonialism and its capitalist effects? “What’s next, less Camus, more Maluma?” were the types of indignant questions that we were asked from the moment we appeared on social media.
When I asked them where they located queerness in their practice as a gallery, Salón Silicón responded: “in our butts.” It reminded me of the time when I was talking to a trans friend who worried that queer theory was theorizing her body out of existence.