ROMANCE
Micah Schippa-Wildfong
all fish in the night become birds
June 8–July 7, 2024
In all fish in the night become birds, Micah Schippa-Wildfong puts forward the proposition of “an exhibition as a score for a film.” Here, what is supposed to enhance the emotion of a narrative comes into focus as a set of material conditions by which a series of sculptures and ambient changes to the gallery unfold. Most recently turning their attention to live performance in their practice, Schippa-Wildfong has conceived of these objects, surfaces, and architectural elements as an open system in which they can short-circuit, liquify, and dissipate the “rational” ways we desire for inorganic objects and human beings to behave.
Throughout the show, different forms of registering and recording what seems evanescent (instructions for a performance based on slow, simple movements of “frozen intimacy” like embracing while sleeping or hand-holding; gallery windows fogged with industrially produced imitation snow interacting with air and moisture) annotate the occurrence of change without arrest. Or even, hasten it as in Hans Haacke’s Condensation Cube (1963-78), a resonant sculpture comprised of an acrylic cube filled with water as a study of interacting systems via surrounding temperature, analogous to the conditions by which we move in the world, and by which the world’s structures move us. But Schippa-Wildfong’s decomposing forms and poetics, such as a corpse-like motorcycle engine at rest in a vessel of chemicals approximating human tears, or a flute the artist’s mother played when she was their age, dissolved in a mixture akin to stomach acid, are less about physiological and institutional phenomena, or conversely about a kind of supernatural animism, than questions of how human meaning both cracks and accumulates in the presence of inevitable “disorder” over time: beige and rusted and yellowing, with the moisture of emotional and psychological transmission between bodies and the things we make to try and extend ourselves (or each other) beyond our limits.
Usurped from the context of utility and instruments of “power,” stripped of the ability to do things, tired and corroded, Schippa-Wildfong’s skeletal apparatuses and theater of their attenuated choreography enact feelings of “absence or weakness of agency” where “under conditions of ‘liquidity’ everything could happen yet nothing can be done with confidence and certainty,” as Zygmunt Bauman writes in Liquid Modernity (1999). Or as the artist describes: “What, in the end, stays written, whether by notes or by word, of our presence, if not dust and vapor. In the floating decay of metal and acid there is so much more than just our minds or their breaking down.” From the wider sickness of bodies treated as containers, machines, or motors for productive activity, to the compulsions of the artist’s grandfather to amass a collection of technological mechanisms as a manifestation of his mental illness, Schippa-Wildfong distinctively seems to ask: what would it look like, if decay and loss weren't something to romanticize or fear, but to simply coexist with—not in order to suppress the reality of it, but to sit with it, feel through it, and, thus, process it more thoroughly? Maybe they would be dancers, or a kind of spectral metronome in the form of fluorescent tube lights flickering, in sync to a timer without the legibility of a clock, melting between “real” and theatrical and imperceptible measures. In the artist’s words, “Only from THE incomprehensible do I feel affinity, or love, or the possibility of either, only in that constellation of indeterminacies.”
Why do you weep now?
I remember.
Tell what else you remember.
The swan was mutilated.
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Envoi
And I came to where was nothing but drowning
and more drowning, and saw to where the sea—
besides flesh—was, as well, littered with boats,
how each was blue but trimmed with white, to each
a name I didn’t know and then, recalling,
did. And ignoring the flesh that, burning, gives
more stink than heat, I dragged what boats I could
to the shore and piled them severally in a tree-
less space, and lit a fire that didn’t take
at first—the wood was wet—and then, helped by
the wind, became a blaze so high the sea
itself, along with the bodies in it, seemed
to burn. I watched as each boat fell to flame:
Vincent and Matthew and, last, what bore your name.
—Carl Phillips
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
ECONOMY OF RELATION, 2024
Flute last played by mother of the artist, previously dissolved in gastric solution (false stomach acid formulated by the artist)
26.5 x 2.5 x 2.25 in.
Flute last played by mother of the artist, previously dissolved in gastric solution (false stomach acid formulated by the artist)
26.5 x 2.5 x 2.25 in.
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
These flutes are very pleasant to work with and repairing them is a pleasure. They are pleasant to hold in your hands and they obey the master. They are not at all capricious. I speak as a master with 33 years of experience, 2024
5 fluorescent lights, electrical timers each set to intervals of 15-20 seconds (the amount of time the brain can function without blood flow, the time it takes to deseed a pomegranate, or to tie shoes), mass produced bells from the collection of the artist previously used in “The Preparation of a Poisonous Fish” performance, theater curtains, false snow, all the birds of Pittsburgh, all the fish of the Allegheny, salt
Dimensions variable
These flutes are very pleasant to work with and repairing them is a pleasure. They are pleasant to hold in your hands and they obey the master. They are not at all capricious. I speak as a master with 33 years of experience, 2024
5 fluorescent lights, electrical timers each set to intervals of 15-20 seconds (the amount of time the brain can function without blood flow, the time it takes to deseed a pomegranate, or to tie shoes), mass produced bells from the collection of the artist previously used in “The Preparation of a Poisonous Fish” performance, theater curtains, false snow, all the birds of Pittsburgh, all the fish of the Allegheny, salt
Dimensions variable
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
as building from a limit / (suffers / even after metamorphosis / There is a point at the center of a bird, 2024
Zongshen Dual Sport Motorcycle 200CC engine dissolved in lacrimal solution (false tears formulated by the artist), vitrine;
title of the piece from a poem by Elizabeth Willis
26 x 28 x 28 in.
as building from a limit / (suffers / even after metamorphosis / There is a point at the center of a bird, 2024
Zongshen Dual Sport Motorcycle 200CC engine dissolved in lacrimal solution (false tears formulated by the artist), vitrine;
title of the piece from a poem by Elizabeth Willis
26 x 28 x 28 in.
as building from a limit / (suffers / even after metamorphosis / There is a point at the center of a bird, 2024
Zongshen Dual Sport Motorcycle 200CC engine dissolved in lacrimal solution (false tears formulated by the artist), vitrine;
title of the piece from a poem by Elizabeth Willis
26 x 28 x 28 in.
as building from a limit / (suffers / even after metamorphosis / There is a point at the center of a bird, 2024
Zongshen Dual Sport Motorcycle 200CC engine dissolved in lacrimal solution (false tears formulated by the artist), vitrine;
title of the piece from a poem by Elizabeth Willis
26 x 28 x 28 in.
as building from a limit / (suffers / even after metamorphosis / There is a point at the center of a bird, 2024
Zongshen Dual Sport Motorcycle 200CC engine dissolved in lacrimal solution (false tears formulated by the artist), vitrine;
title of the piece from a poem by Elizabeth Willis
26 x 28 x 28 in.
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
These flutes are very pleasant to work with and repairing them is a pleasure. They are pleasant to hold in your hands and they obey the master. They are not at all capricious. I speak as a master with 33 years of experience, 2024
5 fluorescent lights, electrical timers each set to intervals of 15-20 seconds (the amount of time the brain can function without blood flow, the time it takes to deseed a pomegranate, or to tie shoes), mass produced bells from the collection of the artist previously used in “The Preparation of a Poisonous Fish” performance, theater curtains, false snow, all the birds of Pittsburgh, all the fish of the Allegheny, salt
Dimensions variable
These flutes are very pleasant to work with and repairing them is a pleasure. They are pleasant to hold in your hands and they obey the master. They are not at all capricious. I speak as a master with 33 years of experience, 2024
5 fluorescent lights, electrical timers each set to intervals of 15-20 seconds (the amount of time the brain can function without blood flow, the time it takes to deseed a pomegranate, or to tie shoes), mass produced bells from the collection of the artist previously used in “The Preparation of a Poisonous Fish” performance, theater curtains, false snow, all the birds of Pittsburgh, all the fish of the Allegheny, salt
Dimensions variable
The mutilation of a swan. The mass production of bells., 2024
Image of Ulysses Wildfong performing choreographic work of the same title dissolved in liquid fog, Borgova 500W fog machine, found copy of “The Battle for Warsaw,” two mass produced metronomes from the collection of the artist, found bird form bell
Dimensions variable
The mutilation of a swan. The mass production of bells., 2024
Image of Ulysses Wildfong performing choreographic work of the same title dissolved in liquid fog, Borgova 500W fog machine, found copy of “The Battle for Warsaw,” two mass produced metronomes from the collection of the artist, found bird form bell
Dimensions variable
The mutilation of a swan. The mass production of bells., 2024
Image of Ulysses Wildfong performing choreographic work of the same title dissolved in liquid fog, Borgova 500W fog machine, found copy of “The Battle for Warsaw,” two mass produced metronomes from the collection of the artist, found bird form bell
Dimensions variable
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Installation view, Micah Schippa-Wildfong, all fish in the night become birds, 2024. Photo: Chris Uhren
Activities for Orchestra / Poisoning Infinity, 2024
Choreographic score for two dancers, framed
9 x 11 x 1 in.
Activities for Orchestra / Poisoning Infinity, 2024
Choreographic score for two dancers, framed
9 x 11 x 1 in.
The collecting of horse meat. Marrying one’s sweetheart. Everyday chores., 2024
Torn page from “The Battle of Warsaw” depicting everyday life and its distortion during wartime, steel, plexiglass