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2022-2024
WINDOWS SCAFFOLDS AND VISIONS OF EXCESS 2025
THE SUNSHINE OF PARADISE ALLEY 2024
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Delia Cadman is a Brooklyn based interdisciplinary sculptor. Born and raised in the heart of New York’s theater district their work draws on early childhood experiences of dance and theater, and research regarding the urban history of the Times Square neighborhood. Their work explores embodiment, transgression, opacity and gaze, often through a deeply compulsive archival and anthropological lens.
- How does the pursuit of ecstasy through non-knowledge, negation, and rupture (disorientation) reveal the limits of being and experience?
- How can the fracturing effect of depression be reproduced through an object which is “bare bones?”
- How can veiling, contextual self censorship, and ephemerality function as modes of resistance towards / protection against regulations imposed by governments, institutions, and systems of control and their underlying operational ideologies of hierarchy, cohesion, clarification, and categorization?
- What does veiling / stripping reveal about the pleasure of opacity, and maybe even an erotic necessity for it?
- How can constellation, collection, proposition and iteration function as forms of abstraction which remain open and unresolved, and what is the ethical significance of this irresolution as a driving force (contrasted with more normative values of security, constancy, and fulfillment)?
- Irresolution / impotence? The good lack.
- How can criminality reveal the limits of morality especially as morality is co-opted as a justification for surveillance / control?
- How does gambling act as a concrete, ritualized practice of suspended resolution and what does this suspended resolution reveal about forms of being (and being-with) structured around risk, repetition, and “anti-productive” expenditure?
- How might “the gamble” enter an artwork or text as its structural logic?
- Is it possible to stage “reality” without spectacle?
Delia is a current MFA sculpture student at Bard College. They received a BFA from Cooper Union in 2021. Since then they have been a member of Trestle Art Space in Brooklyn. Recent exhibitions of their work include the solo exhibition The Sunshine of Paradise Alley at Trestle Art Space (Brooklyn, NY; 2024), as well as group exhibitions Moral Injury at Hercules Studio Program (New York, NY; 2024), Shimmering Bodies at Millennium Film Workshop (Brooklyn, NY; 2024), and Summer Brew at Field Projects (Online; 2024). Also in 2024, they were awarded the Dedalus Art Foundation Project Grant for their SHOW WORLD CENTER performance and installation piece. They are the founder and lead organizer of the project space CLUBLAND COUNTERFEIT.
Not only his work but his thinking remains impenetrable-and this in spite of the fact that both abound in detailed theories, which he expounds and repeats over and over again with disconcerting patience, and in spite of the fact that he reasons with impeccable clarity and not inconsiderable logic. He has a penchant-and even a passion-for systems. He expounds and affirms and offers proof; he comes back to the same problem a hundred times over (and a hundred is a conservative figure), he studies it from every angle, he considers every possible objection and answers them all, then manages to come up with some further objections and replies to them as well.
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For nothing was this man more remarkable, than for a certain impersonal stolidity as it were; impersonal, I say; for it so shaded off into the surrounding infinite of things, that it seemed one with the general stolidity discernible in the whole visible world; which while pauselessly active in uncounted modes, still eternally holds its peace, and ignores you, though you dig foundations for cathedrals. Yet was this half-horrible stolidity in him, involving, too, as it appeared, an all-ramifying heartlessness;-yet was it oddly dashed at times, with an old, crutch-like, antediluvian, wheezing humorousness, not unstreaked now and then with a certain grizzled wittiness; such as might have served to pass the time during the midnight watch on the bearded forecastle of Noah's ark. Was it that this old carpenter had been a life-long wanderer, whose much rolling, to and fro, not only had gathered no moss; but what is more, had rubbed off whatever small outward clingings might have originally pertained to him? He was a stript abstract; an unfractioned integral; uncompromised as a new-born babe; living without premeditated reference to this world or the next. You might almost say, that this strange uncompromisedness in him involved a sort of unintelligence; for in his numerous trades, he did not seem to work so much by reason or by instinct, or simply because he had been tutored to it, or by any intermixture of all these, even or uneven; but merely by a kind of deaf and dumb, spontaneous literal process. He was a pure manipulator; his brain, if he had ever had one, must have early oozed along into the muscles of his fingers. He was like one of those unreasoning but still highly useful, multum in parvo, Sheffield contrivances, assuming the exterior-though a little swelled-of a common pocket knife; but containing, not only blades of various sizes, but also screw-drivers, cork-screws, tweezers, awls, pens, rulers, nail-filers, countersinkers. So, if his superiors wanted to use the carpenter for a screw-driver, all they had to do was to open that part of him, and the screw was fast: or if for tweezers, take him up by the legs, and there they were.
Yet, as previously hinted, this omnitooled, open-and-shut carpenter, was, after all, no mere machine of an automaton. If he did not have a common soul in him, he had a subtle something that somehow anomalously did its duty. What that was, whether essence of quicksilver, or a few drops of hartshorn, there is no telling. But there it was; and there it had abided for now some sixty years or more. And this it was, this same unaccountable, cunning life-principle in him; this it was, that kept him a great part of the time soliloquizing; but only like an unreasoning wheel, which also hummingly soliloquizes; or rather, his body was a sentry-box and this soliloquizer on guard there, and talking all the time to keep himself awake.