Artists Run Chicago (2009) Hyde Park Art Center, Curated by Allison Peters Quinn and Britton Bertran

His Name Is Not Kimsy, opened to the public as a critique of the Alternative Spaces which were then dissolving after nearly 20 years of service. The primary residents at Dogmatic believed that experimentation and the application of realism in the critique of aesthetic were a necessary means for change. The ordinary architecture of their surroundings provided a textured and nuanced pallet of familiar references for this change to occur. This video footage captures a community of artists gathering for a common celebration in a 2 story residential building. Their achievements are before them. Their shoes are their own. Dogmatic used these simple gestures to convey its grown-up thoughts until their own shoes became too many. - Dogmatic, Robot Love Song (2000) single channel video

Justin Flemming shot the footage from the Robot Love Song, a program co-curated with Andy Slater in 2000. This show was the beginning of the Summer Of Jeremy Boyle, a 3 month narrative arc that employed curation and exhibition as it's pen and paper. It moved one artist through typical show experiences in the context of independent alternative project spaces at that time. These experiences included a big themed event, an artist curated program, followed by a one person show. By highlighting these situations I believed that we could better understand our practice as artists and curators and move beyond them towards a greater social cultural purpose.

The text prior included in this video footage was written for an artist print/broadside that distributed by Deluxe Projects. In that format the text was also accompanied by an interview with me by Andy Moore one of the founding members of Deluxe Projects. Following the video is a mostly comprehensive list of Dogmatic's programs. Prior to posting this some spelling errors were noticed, likely other errors exist as well. As we put this together just prior to, Artists Run Chicago at the Hyde Park Art Center some errors were likely to shake out.

His Name Is Not Kimsey (ca.1996) Chan, Kruglanski, Natale, Thomas

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