Laura Nicholson

Sorry, we don’t carry transcendence

This piece is a bastardization of high culture and pop, performativity and expressivity, language and image, disclosure and concealment. The installation is based off of the museum gift shop, a nexus that combines narratives of transcendence (art as a good in and of itself) with practical concerns and material desires (selling T-shirt reproductions and prints to pay the rent). The products contained within it are the result of a messy amalgamation of economic, spiritual, biological and psychoanalytic narratives. They are not grounded in definite claims or logic; instead they are fragments, fragile and contingent, and quite possibly meaningless. Each part is in some way record of my obsessive need to understand and define the self, and my continual failure.

All Items are for sale. All prices are negotiable