"Don't take it personally," a backhanded cliche only firing bosses and leaving lovers sink to say.
Failure, success, love, sex, politics, the environment. These are not vague abstractions. Or at least, they don't have to be.
Take all this personally. Lisa Anne Auerbach does. An erotic sweaterist, a reclaimer of torn porn, cycling zinemaker, artist.
In sizable prints, shredded S&M porn abandoned in an airport parking garage gets blown up, each thread of its frazzled paper, stain on the pelted asses and exposed breasts is enlarged, all on a crisp, eggshell white background, secret desires get celebrated, pleasures don't have to be guilty but quite the opposite.
Lisa Anne Auerbach, Resolution Revolution, 2011, Merino wool stitched onto linen canvas, 63 x 80 inches; Courtesy the artist and Gavlak Gallery, Palm Beach.
In large knit blankets, she lists all her resolutions. The knits claimed by late, fellow Angeleno Mike Kelley were dubbed "more love hours than can ever be repaid," for Auerbach there's some whisper of heavy handwork, sacrifice beyond possible repayment, some dream that such yearnings can warmly wrap one on a cold night, that one can make something, anything, that can fight away the cold is its own comfort. No matter how knuckling and difficult, somehow being able to make things restores powers that others might wish to take away.
The resolutions tell us everything and nothing. From the specifically banal: "More boxing" or self-helpish mantra-lite "learn something new" to the more dubious "smoke weed" and the vaguely masochistic/tough "strive for bruises."
"If you're going to be a whore, get paid well."
Or the most and least revealing.
"Be both very private and very public"
(Image on top: Lisa Anne Auerbach, Hand in Glove, 2010, Epson UltraChrome print, 44 x 52 inches, Edition of 3; Courtesy of the artist and Gavlak Gallery, Palm Beach.)