Wet ash falls from the ceiling. It slowly empties into an algae filled stream surrounded by moss covered boulders and gravel. Responding to last year’s brutal mood of apocalypse and rapture, Precious Okoyomon’s installation creates an ecosystem that seeks to hold grief. Visitors are invited to sit or stand or lay down in the uncomfortable space of mourning that we so often avoid.
 
An important material here is the ash from the incinerated kudzu, grown for Okomoyon’s most recent exhibition, Earthseed, at the MMK in Frankfurt. The vine, originally from Japan, was used to prevent soil erosion resulting from the cultivation of cotton during slavery; a bandage intended to cover up the environmental tolls of slavery, it instead proliferated, and became known as “the vine that ate the south.”
 
With FRAGMENTED BODY PERCEPTIONS AS HIGHER VIBRATION FREQUENCIES TO GOD Okoyomon creates a new world in the Keith Haring Theatre, a wake for death allowing for catharsis, celebration, and closing: “2020 was the reckoning of death, and we’re still living in it. We have to face it and live in it and allow it to change us and be changed by it.”
 
Medium: moss, gravel, soil, ladybugs,crickets, mud, anoles, kudzu ash, wildflowers ❤️
 
 

Weather report

Today i wake up still the assemblage associated distortions bewilder me

IN THIS WORLD I AM A SHAPESHIFTER

FRAGMENTED BODY PERCEPTIONS AS HIGHER VIBRATION FREQUENCIES TO GOD

In the supernatural sky

I was restful as I had reached my place of salvation

The surface as a material structure neither heaven nor solace

Only the wind

Only quenched light

Lulled into covering until everything was the same

soul object well formed

the irreducible always already truth

Hidden in the trees

It is nothing i am here i am still here

desire dissolves away

glug glguhhh guhhhh i drink gulps of light

Putting myself back together

The rain pushes all the glyphosate

and

polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons down into the ground

industrial operation rehearses suffering its moves the world with terrible momentum shift me into dimensional alienation

CONSTRUCT AN OBSTRUCTION ALREADY WEAPONIZED WITHIN

THE SURFACE IS THE LOSS OF WHAT IS ALREADY MISSING WITHIN

I look up at the sky bathed in pink

longing for a liberated psyche I could rinse of any meaning into light no former shape

Like the word, the world is dying in flames

Like rapacious gloom in the empires burning afterlife

Like looking out the window a hollow flower

Like falling into the wind

Like falling into the heavy air

Like falling to limitless love

Made into air returning into the membrane of the real high shit

Pathogenic pleasure

Like we gotta make a new world

Like fade up reform resound

Open association vacate

Reframe

Like the surprising sun is blossoming somewhere and here i am blown away into the paradox of smiling