Men Object Permanence or The Crack Up

Jools Rothblatt and O-Town House are absolutely thrilled to announce the opening of Men Object Permanence or The Crack Up.

Following her smash-hit solo show at O-Town House earlier this year, this group exhibition features artworks from her mentors, teachers, friends, and family. This exhibition is not only about community (her community), but Men Object Permanence or The Crack Up is also a demonstration of her nuanced artistic practice and it's variegated manifestations.

"Impulse, commitment to display environment is logical. Arrangements. I have this idea of encapsulated gesture. Not quite like, grid, or even,….built things….rather a snapshot.

Like I have my collections and the object collage mentality but I am interested in situation / Couplet / tableau what have you. I want to have a rigidity to the things that hold the sculpture like insert this intentional neutrality that feels good.. It doesn't have to be institutionalized like we are Dystopian Arte pOvera ass fools. And I like that most of the people I have in mind are Men And iconic women and me. I am more man than anyone. I, jools, am more man than anyone so voila here is a subset of individuals: Neatly arranged.

Ok object permanence is, like, when you are developing As a baby, Or infant I guess, The idea of The same thing always being there. And when the object leaves it throws the infant into disarray. A maddening loop of cosmic indifference: what a riot! Mark making can only do so much, i need more. I want it all. I want to physically produce the feeling with prefab objects cuz I am not good at perfection or, like, chemistry or whatever despite painting being total alchemy. What I see/ what i let you see / Family and Los Angeles / the history of O Town House and its men and mine and my context right now and always. Historical/physical patina and all that. Being in the vein of this long line of figures who continue to chip away at the eternal quest for meaning and manipulating materials and having a whack at creation.

We all laugh.

Laughing

To fuck is cry laughing

Fatal hilarity

Nada duele

Riendo y libre

Angels still died

Disinfectant

Did I betray the category? how fluid the normal?

Offense! structure! with my back turned i am perfect!

When I am standing I do not experience

Circulate and laugh

Circulate and identify

Cut it up again

Complain about it

The world’s an zctress

Let the butterfly

Get freaky on his own wing

The innate perversion of the young

Orificial exploration

The very first g touch

Ha Ha Ha Ha

FactoryBarracksSchoolHospitalPrison

Comforts

Structure

What about it?

Structure-less

If i had a frame i would’ve

Broken it down by now i would’ve

If it could lower

It would

Cleaner

Edgier

If it could glower, it would

Softer

Rubbing it against the corner

Softens up the edge

Cleaner

Sharper

Better

If you keep at

It gets a little edgier

Like it has an Edge on it

Coarser

More succinct

Warmer

The supply the line it was

Sharper

Harder

Meaner

As it gets

Dirtier the edge is blurred

Less silky

Less supine

If you put it all in

Contain it

All the edges in a line it makes

Gradient

Nothing

If you stretch the corner

Cheaper in a line

More aggressive

The material gets heavy handed

Nothing left to decipher

There’s no edge to it

Edgeless

Headless

Comfort

What about it?

Stretch it

Open less and less…

Pointed

Important

Legible

All read

The crux of it

Edge-Les

Harder and harder to read

Sharper

Cleaner

More Succinct

Less Instinct-

ual

Like cream on a diamond cutting glass"