UICA a proposal for 10 programs (2013) Grand Rapids

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The following selections were submitted for an open call for exhibitions at the UICA in Grand Rapids Michigan. The spaces within the building that were considered for these programs included ramps windows and dead short hallways. Their should be 10 selections in the list below but sadly one of them was lost before it could be properly archived. These are only sketches of programs and as such they're brief. Still they would have had essays and other didactic texts as support for performance or media related elements once they were completed. Not all of these programs were going to exhibit objects but a playlist of my favorite songs from 1987 was still going to accompany them all. I've included that playlist below.

An exhibition with an installation that includes a door that leads to another door named, Tomato.
A place for two telephones (ON-HIGH/on-low)
A place to screen that really dull video titled, A Title For Everything
Kitty range with daily herding matinees
Two chairs and a place to answer, What's for dinner?
Subtle as a book, Crayon not included
Projection is Stealing/Value is Failure
A vertical retrospective for Mierle Laderman Ukeles
International Spoon Symposium and Charcoal Research Society joining hands to feed the rich twice daily

This is my playlist and it's in no particular order. Perhaps you can help it find some...

Billy Idol - Mony Mony
Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now
T'Pau - Heart And Soul

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