Chelsea Culprit

Do I have red?

An ironic question we keep in the back pocket of our old jeans, as we embody an inquiry traversed by different degrees of shame and boldness.

Do I have lipstick on my teeth? Did the blood seep through my pants? Is this the color of the deepest part of my soul—or my rage, my love, my pain, my resistance?

We hold a question that maps the cartography of both personal and social regulation of sexuality.

The works in this exhibition play with the saturation of symbols that once belonged to religions erected from feminist logics and were later reused to construct new myths in the service of patriarchal systems of control. There is both hope and ambition in tracing their mutations and origins: the desire to return their power to them or, at least, to loosen the grip of hegemonic concepts such as whore, bastard, and virginity and sex as tools of subjugation.

Inspired by the ancient temples of cultures that venerated Goddesses, the exhibition questions forms of the sacred sustained by exploitation, slavery, and hierarchy. In their place, it draws on matrilineal stories that demonstrate the existence of spaces inhabited through growth, healing, and collective pleasure.

— Romina Beltrán Lazo, curator.

Schedule:

January 29, 30, and 31: 12 PM – 6 PM
January 31: party from 10 PM onwards
February 1: 11 AM – 5 PM