Solo Exhibition

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Solo Exhibition

New York, NY 10002
January 13th, 2013 - February 24th, 2013
Opening: January 13th, 2013 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM

east village/lower east side
Wednesday - Sunday 12-6pm and by appointment


His predicament was peculiar, and especially uncomfortable. Like any other improviser, he
could do anything, anything at all, but unlike any other, he had a point of departure, in the form
of a secret intention: to exchange those bad bills for good ones. His intention was not to
improvise: on the contrary, improvising was what he had to do in order to fulfill his intention.
Nevertheless, he had to have the intention to improvise as well, because everything we do, even
incidentally, is done with an intention. But the secrecy of his prior intention necessarily
contaminated this secondary one, so he had to hide his improvising, which, given the lack of
time, meant improvising his hiding. What a headache! As if just improvising wasn't already
hard enough! Pulling something out of nothing, straight after having pulled something different
from the same teeming, variegated nothing . . . And so on, different every time, to keep it
moving forward. Could there really be enough different things in the universe to fill up a lapse
of time that was infinitely divisible? Some things could be repeated, of course, but always
against a ground of difference. He had to create a series. The natural numbers provided an
obvious model, but he couldn't really use them because a natural series of that kind is governed
by reason, not improvisation. No one could claim to be "improvising" when counting from one
to ten, or reciting the prime numbers. In improvisation one has to keep jumping from reason to
unreason, creating the unexpected, and satisfying expectations with what would be expected to
confound them. Who could embark on a task like that with any hope of success? Certainly not
Varamo. Him least of all. As a public servant, he shrank in horror from hard work, and for him
it was second nature to take the easy way out, by delegating where possible. He wondered if, in
a case like this, with a biographical series, there might not be some procedure, an automatic
mechanism that would generate the circumstance, and spare him the effort of searching for
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