Notes on Uman: I Want Everything Now

The Blackness of Color; the color(s) of the Color(ed)ful…(I have so much to say about the night itself: Uman weaving through and into the warm embraces of friends and family; the white pantsuit which cling to her body so intimately was gently dyed by the light bouncing from the painted surfaces that surround; her eyes were intelligent and concentrated…)

—onto amorphous thoughts:
Yellow #5 something uterine; something testicular. The single textural terror, like an ovarian cyst or epididymal cyst or “a superabundance of black bile beneath the skin.” Cosmic effluvia: the mystery of a million bits, like jibbitz.

Sumac Tree in Roseboom globular; spherical; bulbous—filled with the pus of black life as black rebirth (transitioning between life and death and new life), festering. Red hot. Emanating. The non-importance of color; the terrifying gravity of colors. Testicular, uterine discharge: I feel gender failing; I see gender blossoming. Contradiction floods through vas deferens, through the fallopian; though Latin, through Gabrielle Falloppio.

Anyways, perhaps one of the most captivating and arresting exhibition I’ve seen in a long time. I cannot stop thinking and thinking about it. Open until June 17, 2023 at Nicola Vassell Gallery.

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