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Artist Feature: Alexandra Rubinstein

Photo Credit: Ida Tietgen

Russian born, New York-based artist Alexandra Rubinstein’s work makes you double take. Your thumb jerks back up as you scroll past it on Instagram, it’s intriguing, draws you in. To some it’s electrifying, others may find it offensive. But Rubinstein doesn’t care about that. She just wants to keep creating. Her work puts pressure on people; it challenges the status quo. It doesn’t matter to her whether you are a sensitive liberal or conservative republican. She creates work that has a message, broadens views, it puts one in an unfamiliar situation that forces recognition. But most importantly there’s humor in it. Rubinstein is a big believer in humor being one of the most important ways in which people connect. One can either see an uncomfortable image of John Hamm looking up at them starry-eyed and be disgusted or giggle at the pope smiling between a pair of legs seeing the play on power dynamics and societal sexual views. Either way, it’s hard not to smirk a bit. We love what Rubinstein’s doing and want her to keep it up. See for yourself below and if you aren't already following her, start to, @therubinstein.

Your work is very leveled, touches on a lot of things, some people may find it offensive, some find it empowering. Do you think about that when creating, pushing buttons and taking people to that uncomfortable place they may not like?

I’m in a bit of a bubble in New York and rarely think about my work pushing buttons. And in the context of art history and the art world, I don't think it’s offensive. That said, in work and personal life, I don’t like to adhere to expectations placed on me by society. So even within this liberal bubble, there is still discomfort around a woman creating work that plays around with power dynamics and sexuality through the objectification of men. Which is good, that is part of the problem I’m trying to address. We need to stop equating sexuality and beauty with women’s bodies, because that’s what’s perpetuating the societal pressure for us to look and behave a certain way, inevitably leading to oppression.

What drives you to keep creating? The people who view and buy your pieces want to be stimulated, but what keeps you stimulated creatively?

I feel most fulfilled and confident when I’m making work. The more I make, the more ideas I get, the more stimulated I am to create. More often than not, ideas organically pop into my head shaped by things I’m reading, seeing, going through, and they develop over time. I think visually, but language is a big part of my work as well. It’s most obvious in titles of the pieces. Reading tends to be one of the most stimulating past times for me. I’m a big fan of sociological books, autobiographies and personal essays — understanding people, how we operate and why.  

 

What are you working on lately?

The Dream Come True is the most known series that I’ve been working on since 2015. It seemed to resonate with people and I’m always exploring different ways I can connect it to our current climate and keep developing the idea further. So I have a couple of pieces for it in the works. Repetition is also a recurring theme in my work, I think it’s powerful in a similar way that scale is, and more so when you’re using a social media platform to distribute images. No one subject is too important, they function as a group.

Another series I’ve worked on recently is a collection of pieces centered around Jon Hamm as a distant muse. Drawing on his on-screen persona, I used his image to invoke a male idea and explore female fantasy and desire. One of the pieces I was particularly excited about - Hammered, was a 3 dimensional, interactive painting that pulls the sex scene from Bridesmaids between Jon Hamm and Kristen Wiig and displays it in a boardwalk cutout format. With Wiig’s character’s face removed, anyone can enter the scene and be entered, or “Hammered” by Hamm. The added partition mimics the movie screen, inviting an audience and spotlighting the staged union. This cutout format, originally known as a comic foreground, invites play and brings lightness to human sexuality. It dismisses the passive role traditionally assigned to women. Along with the Thirsty series, I’m interested in making more work that’s interactive and lends itself to video, creating a more immersive experience.

  

I know that you support and donate some of your profits to Planned Parenthood — why Planned Parenthood?

Planned Parenthood is the best-known organization that provides women with affordable reproductive care and with government pulling its funding, it has come to represent the attack on women’s bodies in the current political climate. I do donate specifically to the South Texas branch because it's one of the least funded. So I’m using it for its visibility, giving people an immediate idea of priorities and stance. That said, I’ve also used proceeds to donate to the Puerto Rico relief, and have other causes I donate to personally.

 

What do you want to say in your work, what do you want people to take away?

I want to challenge old notions of gender, power, and intimacy, and explore how culture shapes and perpetuates these stereotypes. To reframe the heterosexual female perspective as underrepresented, playful, assertive, and also visceral - drawing attention away from our appearance and onto men. I want people to enjoy looking at my work and be entertained by it. I want some pieces to make people laugh and I want them to resonate and hopefully broaden their perspective. I also want to highlight the biased reaction people may have to my work because of my gender.

 

 

 

 

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Cheyenne Randall

Having spent most of his twenties coming in and out of San Francisco, appropriation artist Cheyenne Randall (@Indiangiver) recently visited for a week to work on a few projects. GRØSS got to catch his install of a piece in the Mission at the soon to be opening Fox Sister and instigated his rants about trying to be active, Instagram and not talking about the uncomfortable shit.

Randall is well known for his shopped tattoo series — taking pictures of celebrities and giving them some traditional ink. Lately, he has been getting into more motion and 3-D art as well as getting involved in music and a film titled “Warrior Women” with Christina King and Dr. Elizabeth Castles.

His work isn't supposed to make you feel warm and comfortable — It makes you double take, pushes your buttons and dances on that thin line of right and wrong. Being Native American and an artist, he feels like it is his responsibility, now that he is gaining recognition, to become more active especially in today’s world of social media and he isn’t afraid of speaking his mind about it, “You kind of have this responsibility to decide like am I going to be this dude just posting pics of me ballin' with a blunt hanging out of my mouth or am I actually going to get involved... The Native community is kind of dead, people don’t even know we exist." He blames a lot of this lack of knowledge on the education system and how Native American history is barely taught in schools. But it isn’t just problems with his heritage — it’s everyone, all races, and how there is this obliviousness that is all too common. “I do everything I can to stand up for every race. You get some these fucking hippies man, that live in this fantasy land where everything is nice. Nobody wants to talk about the uncomfortable shit and in the meantime, all this crazy shit happens because people aren’t willing to talk about it.”

Randall’s frustrated with this new general public status quo of everything being alright. “People just don’t really care because their fucking phones aren’t loading fast enough. My friends are more excited about the new iPhone or whatever coming out than they would be if they found out something like stem cell research can be used to cure cancer. There’s just not enough public interest.”

Like most artists today, Randall has to rely heavily on Instagram to stay current —
uploading posts at certain times, using keywords and hashtags, trying to keep coming up at the top of people’s feeds. These things are necessary to be able to keep doing what he is doing but it definitely infuriates him.


“It makes me feel kind of sick and narcissistic sometimes because I’m not like that. I’m not a big hashtagger or really fuck with any of that shit really because I think it’s all teenage bullshit. It feels so fabricated, and in a lot of ways, it is. It’s like this neurotic bullshit that you are feeding to this part of society. There’s like algorithms and shit to it that you have to follow which just feeds that bullshit narrative.”

One aspect of this social-media-crazed public that freaks Randall out is how people think they know someone based on just their accounts and what they post. To be friends with them, to feel like they know a person based on their posts and how easy it is to appear a certain way through social media. “It’s weird sometimes, I think people meet me sometimes and are disappointed because I’m not who they think I am based on my Instagram. They think I am this well put together Instagram page. It’s annoying but at the same time, it’s a game that I somehow put myself in it. But I make it fun and still post a bunch of goofy shit. You can’t take it too seriously, but it’s hard not to.”

Randall will be part of the Life is Beautiful festival in Las Vegas Sept. 22-24, doing a show called Crime on Canvas with a number of other artists. One of the other artists is Randall’s hero, Ron English. “Ron was one of the first guys to really attack a wall and I have always looked up to him. Just to have my name near his is an honor.”

Peep his Instagram here: @indiangiver 

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FLASH FICTION: ANOTHER ONE BEFORE THE ICE MELTS

Another one before the ice melts. One more. For kicks, for giggles, for shits. One last one. Just one. One more wave, another beer, a lap around the track. One last ball game, one last laugh. The ice is melting, it is rising, slowly in with the tide and out and in a little further, inching towards the shore, towards us. So I’ll have another one — before the ice melts. Before it’s gone. Before this is all gone. Everything is gone. What’s one more night, one more mountain, one more show, one more dance? One more time, to celebrate. One last time to go up and back again, what’s one more mile, one more round. Let’s go again, god damn it.

Blended or on the rocks? The rocks. If no one else wants to go, I’ll go again. This time faster, harder, quicker, before the ice melts. Before we get washed away.

They lived by this, breathed by this. It’s how they met, they were young, fell fast for each other and hard. Went through jobs together, houses, roommates, a try at a marriage, try at a baby.

Thinking there would be ice in their glass forever. The day would never come where their tongues would be stained by that watered down taste from a drink left unattended.

But the ice was down to a sliver now. It had melted; time ran out — tongues stained.

So the two of them, what was left, drove one morning up to the mountain top one last time, the mountain they went to their first time. This time in their electric powered car, no steady hum of the engine that his old stale tobacco-stenched truck used to make as it chugged up the hill and that’s all they’d listen to since his stereo had given out.

At the top, they kissed one last time. Drove down to the beach where he swam and she took a nap in the sand. After, they went to the bar — their bar, one last time, “for old times sake” they said.

Then they came home and made love, one last time. After, they sipped whiskey and laid on the couch naked, gazing into the fire, like they did the first night. Listening to music and the natural silence between them. She’d kiss his shoulder, he’d squeeze her tight. His arms, a blanket around her. Both feeling a warm sort of comfort, familiar to each; a memory.

Rattling his glass he got up and started into the kitchen running his fingers down her arm then up and off her shoulder as he walked by, “Get you something?” he asked.

“Yeah, let me have another one, before the ice melts.”