Small Pillow

Queer Thoughts at Arcadia Missa, London

Organized by Luis Miguel Bendaña

4.9.15 – 4.15.15

Mindy Rose Schwartz
Lucie Stahl
Trevor Shimizu
Diamond Antoinette Stingily
Puppies Puppies
Tom Humphreys
Valgerður Þóroddsdóttir
K.r.m. Mooney
David Rappeneau
Sam Lipp
Luis Miguel Bendaña

Small Pillow

We sat in a darkening backyard that seemed uselessly partitioned off from the spread of blank, landlocked openness beyond it and I showed her a video of the ocean and people swimming. Huge curling waves crashing over them until they popped up to the surface again grinning and fighting their way back to shore.

When the sunset was bright and dense with dust particles as it was an hour ago, the light was messier. Objects disappeared in a haze.

She had asked me to take a picture of her to send to her boys. Facing me, the sunset to her back, her silhouette stood like a tumbleweed’s -- flyaway hairs suspended in a halo. She grabbed a persimmon from the table and balanced it on her head as if a target for an arrow.

Looking at the photo later we noticed the persimmon wasn’t visible at all. It didn’t have a silhouette like the rest of her. It had simply burned up in the sun’s remnants. I imagined the rays, in the way they spilled quickly across the ground in their last moments, had rushed to envelop all the colors in its likeness and carry them back underground.

I told her that before the 15th century the color orange existed but had no name. This of course made her cry.

Not because it was beautiful, but because it was disappointing. She was like a child in that way-- guilty for things she didn’t cause. She would grab at things and unintentionally crush them. It never felt like violence, but like mishandling potent energy. In her mind everything crumbled into a mess of toothpicks and brittle paper in her hands, and without strict laws of beauty she was just making a mess. Had the persimmon appeared she would’ve felt better about herself. This was her curse I guess. She was gleefully drunk with everything she ever saw and unable to obtain it.

Inside, a bee was trapped in the living room. She told me she regards things like this with very little patience now that she’s a mother. Sprayed with soapy water It floated, woozy, to the ground and died. It looked pretty -- black and yellow on her pink carpet.

This is good she says

She takes a picture before picking it up and throwing it away.

– Maliea Croy





Tom Humphreys,Untitled (2009) Glazed ceramic


Sam Lipp, Untitled (2015) Acrylic and inkjet print on canvas.


Luis Miguel Bendaña, Untitled (2015). Custom machine-knit cotton, linen on panel


Luis Miguel Bendaña, Male Faerie (2015). Custom machine-knit cotton, pencil on paper, linen on panel


David Rappeneau, Untitled (2014). Acrylic, ballpoint pen, pencil, charcoal pencil and fluorescent marker on paper


Diamond Antoinette Stingily, Black Jesus (2015). Screen print on white tee



Lucie Stahl, Puddle (2014). Inkjet print, polyurethane


Trevor Shimizu, Pinocchio (2015). Oil on canvas paper on cardboard


Tom Humphreys, Untitled (2014). Glazed ceramic


Diamond Antoinette Stingily, Grandma’s House (2015). Inkjet print with artist's frame


Mindy Rose Schwartz, After Falling Out of their Nest, Baby Birds Land on the Face of a Cliff. Weary and Confused, Their Lives Hang in the Balance. (2005) Wood, foam, plaster, wire, rope



David Rappeneau, Untitled (2014). Acrylic, ballpoint pen, pencil, charcoal pencil and fluorescent marker on paper


Luis Miguel Bendaña, Portrait of a Calf (2015). Custom machine-knit cotton, print on vinyl on panel


Sam Lipp, Untitled (2015) Acrylic on canvas.


On floor:

K.r.m Mooney, Bimetal, Plurals II (2015). Silver plated cast bronze

K.r.m. Mooney, Cress III (2015). Cast silver


Puppies Puppies, Windex - Blue - Green (2014). Windex bottle, blue food coloring, gin


Valgerður Þóroddsdóttir, Inside (2015). Inkjet prints


Luis Miguel Bendaña, Cherry (2015). Enamel on cast bronze



In bathroom:

Puppies Puppies, Untitled (Green) (2012). Bloo toilet tablet, water, viewer’s urine