Denise Markonish on Salv. 2016
Wendy Vogel on Stringer Lode, 2016
In conversation with Alex Potts, 2016
Interview with Kristina Olson, 2015
Art Journal, 2013
Denise Markonish on Salv. 2016

And the Load Doesn’t Weigh Me Down at All
By Denise Markonish 
Essay originally commission by Artpace, on the occasion of Lily Cox-Richard’s exhibition, Salv.

“To spin the web and not be caught in it, to create the world, to create your own life, to rule your fate, to name the grandmothers as well as the fathers, to draw nets and not straight lines, to be a maker as well as a cleaner, to be able to sing and not be silenced, to take down the veil and appear: all these are the banners on the laundry line I hang out.” [2]
– Rebecca Solnit

In Salv., Lily Cox-Richard hangs her own banner: a web – a net – woven like a basket, like an aggregate of questions mingling value, feminism, labor, and stewardship. She takes us on a winding account involving the National Park system, accidents, art historic bravado, asphalt, copper, and geologic specimens. The narrative begins in 2013, when the catalytic converter was cut out of Cox-Richard’s car to be salvaged for the small amount of platinum inside. The street value of platinum ranges from $20-50, while the cost of replacing a converter is astronomically more. This bizarre act of theft was the impetus for Cox-Richard to consider how we can responsibly delineate value – of one another and of the materials that surround us.

Her questioning starts with Old Copper Futures, which investigates another sought after commodity: #2 scrap copper. Global metal recycling is big business, especially copper, which is infinitely recyclable. Over the past year, Cox-Richard has amassed over three tons of copper and, working with scrapyards in Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Texas, created a compacted bale for each state. The bale form is used throughout the recycling industry (i.e. copper from heating/cooling elements, tubing, and conductive wiring is made moveable through compaction into stackable units), and also from the history of sculpture (referencing minimalist objects of industrial materials by artists like Carl Andre or John Chamberlain). But there is more to these bales than their material and historic references. Each of the three bales sits on a pallet-like plinth, designed for practical purposes of moving the work, as well as to lift the sculptures from the floor and protect them. Two plinths are cast concrete, one with orange moving blankets cushioning the copper and the other with oozing blue silicone rubber as padding, while the third pairs yoga mats and steel. Here, Cox-Richard takes this value-based material and elevates it, removing it from the cycle of commodification and instead taking tender care of it. The bales, emboldened by their new status as art, stand as softened sentinels, reminding us to be protective of our resources, while we still can.

The plea for the stewardship of resources brings us to the second story animating Cox-Richard’s installation. In the summer of 2016, she visited Big Bend Ranch State Park, Texas, where she saw a crumpled trailer lodged in the steep side of a rocky ravine. Wondering how and when it became embedded there, Cox-Richard did some detective work, learning the story of asphalt truck driver Bobby Wayne Caughorn. On October 1, 1985, Caughorn suffered a broken axel, which caused him to lose control of his truck. Asphalt spewed from the tank as the falling wreck caused rockslides, resulting in the deaths of Caughorn and his passenger, Michael S. Mayfield. In 1989, a jury found American Petrofina negligent in the death of Mayfield, and awarded $879,700 to his mother. Asphalt, a material made from petroleum, scars the landscape through paving, but here, it more viscerally becomes evidence of loss, together with the trailer, which remains lodged in situ. In her research Cox-Richard also found that any trash left in a national park for more than fifty years technically becomes “historic litter.” But in Big Bend, the trailer and asphalt residue become more than litter: they become monument and memorial, a site to question how we assign value.

Cox-Richard made a series of works in response to this unearthed history, starting with Asphalt Manifest (Landscape), a photograph printed on aluminum showing the truck wreckage. The image is abstract, with landscape merging into truckscape as the reflectivity of the aluminum shines through like the radiant blue of the cloudless sky. Alongside this is Asphalt Manifest (Evidence), an open legal folder into which two images are pinned. Printed using asphalt, these photographs have a rich brown and sticky surface. The left-hand image depicts a curve in a road, and the right, asphalt running down the side of a mountain. At first glance, the two images seem directly related. However, while the image of the curved road comes from the incident files from Big Bend, the other image does not represent the accident’s spill, but rather is a sly nod to artist Robert Smithson’s Asphalt Rundown (1969). For this work, Smithson hired a truck to spill asphalt down the side of an abandoned quarry in Rome, Italy. Here, Smithson took a site already marked by time and human intervention and added to it his own narrative about entropy. It is chilling to reflect on that work in tandem with Cox-Richard’s retelling of Caughorn’s story, which somehow renders Smithson’s gesture all the more impotent.

Cox-Richard further highlights this futility and frustration in He’s not heavy, he’s my sister, rearview truck mirror hung high on the wall, through which you view a tiny video, reflected in its surface. In it, we see video documentation of Smithson’s Asphalt Rundown, in a perpetual loop – truck pouring, asphalt sliding – but Cox-Richard stops the video short, cycling the clip before the asphalt reaches the ground, denying Smithson his climax. By aborting Smithson’s gesture, Cox-Richard reminds us that not only is entropy more complicated than a single act, but also that the legacy of sculpture can no longer remain solely with men. Instead, she calls for sisters, not brothers, subverting the song “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother for her title. With this simple pronoun shift, Cox-Richard opens the door for us to consider the work of women like Mierle Laderman Ukeles, whose Manifesto for Maintenance Art [3] addressed care-taking as a feminist and labor-based act, or Nancy Holt’s Sun Tunnels (1976), near Wendover, Utah, which offered both protection for and enhanced viewing of the desert landscape. These women, and others like Alice Aycock and Agnes Denes, all managed to consider the landscape (both urban and rural), and take care of it concurrently.

The integration of feminism into minimalist forms, as practiced by these artists, becomes a tool that Cox-Richard uses throughout Salv. For example, in Thunder Egg, a giant, split-open rock-like sculpture sits on the floor, propped up by a crushed “National Park green” trashcan, like a wayward geological specimen. The object and title refer to a type of rock formation that is similar to a geode but is made from volcanic ash, with an intricate and colorful interior. But as we examine the interior of Cox-Richard’s sculpture, we recognize cast plaster baskets and pockets of bubble wrap. Baskets have a long history, used for sifting, carrying, and domestic decoration, but they are also woven for durability. By infusing the core of the Thunder Egg with both strength and protection, Cox-Richard turns stewardship into a domestic act, tenderly reminding us to take care of what we value. Thunder Egg then becomes a support system, a gift that holds together the stories told by Cox-Richard, creating a new aggregate form.

The last work in the exhibition is Hot Mix, a ball of gypsum cement on top of which sits a found piece of aluminum slag. There is a rough beauty to this work, as the handmade bottom – speckled with pastel bits – supports the byproduct of manufacturing waste in a delicate balance. This work reminds us that we cannot reverse entropy – not through recycling, not through art, and not through politics. But what art can do is make the systems of landscape, natural resources, stewardship, and cultural histories visible, bringing their causes to the forefront and making room for the consideration of progress, and the value of stewardship.

Salv. is at once anxious and generous, and throughout, Cox-Richard exhibits urgency about how art can function in the face of our current political climate. She writes:

“Visibility seemed to have the power to create new understandings, to reveal foundations, to expose injustice. But, it cuts both ways. A different kind of visibility is now legitimizing bigotry as political discourse. The masks have come off, and it’s difficult to gauge the swell because visibility is blinding…this won’t easily be rebottled. We can’t put the asphalt back in the tank.”[4]

It’s true; we cannot put the asphalt back in the tank. But as 2016 comes to a close, and we sit in the “hot mix,” uncertain if beauty or the slag will win, Cox-Richard compassionately reminds us that we must fight for balance. Balance is the salv(e); the balm that makes certain the load doesn’t weigh us down at all.



[1] The title for this essay comes from the song “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother,” written by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell, recorded by The Hollies in 1969 for Parlophone/Epic Records.

[2] Rebecca Solnit, Men Explain Things To Me, (Chicago: Haymarket Books, 2014), p. 82.

[3] It is an all too lucky coincidence that “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother,” Manifesto for Maintenance Art, and Smithson’s work are all from 1969.

[4] From an artist proposal sent to the author on September 12, 2016.


Wendy Vogel on Stringer Lode, 2016

On Whose Back?

Thoughts on Lily Cox-Richard’s Stringer Lode at She Works Flexible
by Wendy Vogel

“The sourball of every revolution:
after the revolution, who’s going to pick up the garbage on Monday morning?”

The feminist artist Mierle Laderman Ukeles posed this searing question in her 1969 “Maintenance Art Manifesto.” In five points, she articulated a binary of “two basic systems: development and maintenance.” Development, in her telling, linked up with the dominant ideology of modernism: “the new; change; progress; advance.” Maintenance, by contrast, “is a drag; it takes all the fucking time (lit.)”. Laderman Ukeles enumerated a list of chores that maintenance workers perform. These duties run from the custodial (wash the dishes, clean the floor) to self-maintenance (I’m out of perfume, stay young) to the emotional (he doesn’t understand, call him again). The tasks, particularly the latter types of affective labor, even today retain an explicitly feminine connotation.

Ukeles, however, saw a more complex relationship between the two categories in avant-garde art of her time. “Conceptual & Process art claim pure development, yet employ almost purely maintenance processes,” she wrote. For her, this curious marriage of avant-garde art with what Benjamin Buchloh would later term “the aesthetics of administration” spurred a radical practice encompassing gestures of care. Where many artists of her era utilized bureaucratic methods such as serial photography and instructions in their work, Laderman Ukeles sought to engage with the physical aspects of labor that keep bodies and institutions “alive.” Unsurprisingly, her works—which included such services as performing janitorial and conservation services Wadsworth Atheneum or shaking hands with every sanitation worker in New York City—remained underknown for years. Factors such as the developing market for performance documentation, revisionist feminism, and the codifying of social practice art helped render Laderman Ukeles’s work visible.

I reflect upon Laderman Ukeles’s gestures as one entry point to Lily Cox-Richard’s exhibition “Stringer Lode” at She Works Flexible. Like Laderman Ukeles, Cox-Richard generates work from a process of making visible what is usually unseen or overlooked. Her projects, however, are rooted in the material world. She has taken scrap copper, sculptural pedestals for 19th-century statuary steeped in colonialist ideology, impressions of metal upon paper, lightning rods, and unmarked graves as some sources for investigation. For Cox-Richard, however, these physical objects operate beyond a metaphorical level. Rather, they are a metonym for networks of association and support between people and things. In her book Vibrant Matter, political philosopher Jane Bennett posited a useful notion of “vital materialism”—a way of analyzing events, such as a blackout, that levels the hierarchy between human and non-organic agents. Bennett’s philosophy springs in part from an engagement with ecofeminism, which equates the anthropocentric, exploitative view of nature with sexist and colonialist oppression. Often associated with speculative realism and object-oriented ontology, Bennett’s feminist viewpoint brings questions of care and maintenance into what could be seen as a removed philosophical discourse.

At She Works Flexible, Cox-Richard’s spare exhibition consists of sculptures based on the containing forms of DIY mushroom cultivation buckets and baskets. These objects evoke communal activities of craft and horticulture, while also touching upon the idea of a latticed network of a stringer lode. As Cox-Richard has noted, unlike a mother lode, stringer lodes consist of irregularly veined deposits of metals—a type of structural organization that is related to the sprawling root system of mushrooms. At the center of the gallery at SWF, a stacked column of gray cast buckets from which mushroom forms sprout rises like a totem. This sculpture, Cistern, rests on small platforms and is crowned with a domed capital that rests against the ceiling. The platform, modeled from auto blocks, has a domestic proportion—almost like a stepping stool or the blades on a mixer. Ringing the space are a series of basket sculptures, most of which are embedded in walls. The forms play with ideas of interiority and functionality, as well as wholeness. Cox-Richard has amplified the effect by subtly reconfiguring the gallery floor plan through the addition of two parallel walls that enclose an empty space.

As one of the final events at She Works Flexible, Cox-Richard’s exhibition reflects on the gallery’s mission statement as a feminist site for discourse and poetic exchange. Discourse around an exhibition is usually considered contingent to the production and exhibition of artwork. According to the capitalist narrative, the messy, branching veins of the research process and discussion (before) and the press reception (after) radiate from a central node of an object assigned a market value. This object, whether produced by an individual or a collective, is unified as a singular aesthetic statement. Like physical maintenance functions—packing, transport, documentation, repair, lending—discourse is a mode of “taking care” of the object. By foregrounding the ephemeral, discursive aspects of art making, She Works Flexible questions this hierarchy of art labor.

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The reconfiguration of discursive work as art work has wide-ranging political implications. I think of Lucy Lippard, the feminist critic and curator who began her career by championing dematerialized conceptual and minimal art. As Julia Bryan-Wilson wrote in her book Art Workers: Radical Practice in the Vietnam Era, Lippard was keenly aware of class politics from early in her career. Lippard was employed as a freelance researcher while pursuing her graduate degree, identifying as part of the “proletariat” and distinguishing herself from her classmates who did not hold a day job. In an interview in 1974, Lippard reflected on that time. “I called myself an art-historical whore because I’d research anything anybody asked me to,” she said. Bryan-Wilson explained that Lippard remained attuned to this notion of labor as she became involved with the leftist politics of her time as part of the Art Workers Coalition. She aligned herself with the anti-war, civil rights and, eventually, the feminist movement. “As she embraced writing as a distinctly political form of labor,” Bryan-Wilson wrote, “she also turned increasingly to feminist art.”

It is telling that Lippard equated her early freelance work with sex work, a form of labor that is clandestine, precarious and deeply associated with women. Throughout her career, she politicized the functions of criticism and curating, which also serve a “support” role within the art world. Lippard’s generation introduced radical changes to the distinctions of cultural labor. In the mid-twentieth century, such figures were positioned as the “custodians of culture.” As vast political and cultural changes shifted the nature of art making, artists called these roles into question. Labor, too, became a pertinent topic in the feminist movement.

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The notion of maintenance or reproduction does not function simply as the dark underbelly, equal in weight and proportion to the privileged product. Rather the shape is pyramidal: the stringer load, the laced network, the wide base of support. One such organization took on the cause of labor and maintenance, in the same era that Mierle Laderman Ukeles was producing her museum-based maintenance art works. The International Wages for Housework Campaign, which grew out of the International Feminist Collective in Italy, determined in 1972 that two-thirds of all work was reproductive in nature, but only five per cent of it was compensated. The movement sought to pay women wages as suppliers of the capitalist work force through their labor of birth, childrearing and household maintenance. This movement, which had more of a cultural than widespread economic effect, shed light on the economic effects of patriarchal oppression.

Silvia Federici, an Italian autonomist writer and co-founder of the International Feminist Collective, considered this movement in her 2004 book Caliban and the Witch. This text redefines the notion of primary accumulation. In a Marxian sense, primary accumulation is the expropriation of common land from which capitalism is built. Federici positions primary accumulation as stemming from the unpaid labor of both women and the poor. During the 16th and 17th centuries, when the roots of capitalism took hold and colonial empires were built, sexual difference was also enforced through the division between compensated wage labor and unpaid “reproductive” labor. Central to this enforcement of a sexual hierarchy was the witch hunt—the elimination of women who took charge of their own reproduction. Witchcraft is equally associated, of course, with the religious, medicinal, and cultural traditional of non-Western peoples.

These various radical feminist gestures echo today in an artworld that is fully integrated with late-stage capitalism. Sometimes their consequences seem to be deeply at odds with their origins. Lippard’s generation introduced the concept of an independent curator and critic, unbound by the constrictions of institutional politics. Today the “hybrid” cultural worker model is commonplace, particularly in expensive art capitals, yet it represents an economy of precarity and instability. The ballooning art market, like most capitalist systems, fails to account for its blind spots: the networks of support that produce cultural value and the values it continues to reproduce. Various forms of institutional critique and social practice have sought to intervene with the sociopolitical context of art making.

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Recently in New York, I visited two exhibitions focused on the carceral system as an organization that reproduces structural racism. From January to March 2016 at Artists Space, Cameron Rowland’s exhibition “91020000” considered the extraction of labor from prisoners. This powerful but spare exhibition situated objects made by inmates, various objects related to slave trade and prison data, and a contract-based work. The title, “91020000,” refers to the number Artists Space was assigned by the New York State prison industry organization Corcraft in order to purchase products made by prisoners. These included manhole covers, jackets worn by firefighters, courtroom benches and government office desks. Along with the objects made by prisoners, Rowland presented container lashing bars for ship cargo and insurance certificates from Lloyd’s of London, who monopolized the maritime insurance industry during the slave trade. Fastened to the wall in an X shape or laid out on the floor, the heavy metal bars conjure the image of malicious human bondage. As an administrative work, Rowland initiated a Reparations Purpose Trust with the insurance company Aetna, with Artists Space as the grantor. Aetna was one company who issued slave insurance policies as a hybrid of life and property insurance. Per the contract, if slave reparations are granted, Artists Space will grant its 90 Aetna shares to the federal agency in charge of reparations disbursement.

At the Whitney Museum of American Art for two weeks in March 2016, Andrea Fraser presented Down the River, a sound loop recorded in the A Block of Sing Sing prison in Ossining, New York. The work was commissioned for the Open Plan series on the museum’s fifth floor. The ambient, echoing sounds of the A Block, emanating from speakers on the ceiling, resonated throughout a completely empty 18,200-square-foot gallery—the largest columnless space in New York, as the museum is eager to declare. In a wall text, Fraser related the prison and the museum as inverse institutions in terms of cultural value and demographic makeup. The museum audience is primarily white, viewing carefully preserved cultural treasures that promote notions of intellectual freedom. The prison population, on the other hand, is overwhelmingly composed of racial minorities who actions deem them “unfit for society.” Where museums increase property value and serve as urban landmarks, prisons aim for discretion and are often sited in rural areas.

And yet, the two institutions have similarities. Both the Whitney and Sing Sing, located 32 miles north of the museum, look out onto the Hudson River. According to the Whitney’s new slogan, “You Can See America from Here,” the westward view onto New Jersey represents the entirety of the United States. The slogan is both an ironic reversal of the title of the Whitney’s show that inaugurated the new building—“America Is Hard to See”—and a strange reference to the notion of Manifest Destiny that urged westward expansion across the U.S. The name of Sing Sing, derived from a Native American tribe, also bears reference to the U.S.’s bloody history of colonial displacement. Additionally, both museums and penitentaries proliferated since the 1970s, aided by an influx of private capital. Today, privatized American prisons have their avatars in American museums funded largely on the beneficence of corporate largesse, as opposed to public funding. And finally, both reveal financial and social inequity as they promote white cultural values.

Rather than representing the prison population, both Rowland and Fraser point to the bodily effects of incarceration. Rowland focuses on displaying objects that allude to the slave trade and prison labor, and asks the institution to make a transactional promise to commit funds to future reparations. Fraser’s installation evokes elements of life behind bars—constant noise and surveillance. (Just as Michel Foucault theorized the self-disciplining effects of the panopticon, which caused prisoners to monitor their own behavior, visitors are both surveilled and self-surveille through technological devices in the museum.) By placing the visitors within this space, Fraser constructs a performative scenario where visitors may also imagine how museums extract value from their audience, whether through increasing admissions prices, souvenirs, “experiential” installations or the affective work of social media. (It is no coincidence that the labor of social media has become the subject of a feminist, artist-run initiative called Wages for Facebook.)

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Being read alongside these efforts of explicit institutional critique, “Stringer Lode” at She Works Flexible can be viewed as an inquiry into systems of production, exploitation and renewal. So, too, can mushroom harvesting and craft be designated types of “maintenance” activities. As Cox-Richard has explained, mycologists who seek to promote mushroom cultivation view the plants as a method for survival in a world that is ecologically doomed. Craft occupies an aesthetic role that intersects with but is not wholly subsumed by the ecology of the contemporary art world, with associations of the decorative and even therapeutic. By utilizing these forms as a way to draw attention to the space of She Works Flexible, Cox-Richard implicitly asks the question of whose labor supports cultural and capitalistic reproduction.


This essay was published by She Works Flexible Press. It was distributed as an accompanying text to the exhibition, Stringer Lode, featuring the work of artist Lily Cox-Richard. The exhibition was open from February 19th through April 9th, 2016 at She Works Flexible, 1709 Westheimer Road, Houston, TX, 77098.

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