Desire Motor
Through her solo series Desire Motor, Graczyk creates tactile intersections of the body with physical material including plants, hair, clothing, space, and objects - found, gifted, made or cheaply acquired. The labor of her body moves through physical structures initiated from textural and psychological territories relating to the interplay between the imagination and a future where the physical body and our ability to inhabit includes co-creating with the natural world. Uncertainty, absence, pleasure, and connection are recurrent themes embedded in the work.
Recent
In April 2022, Graczyk went to Rabun Gap, Georgia to be part of the historic Hambidge Residency. Graczyk used this time to immerse in the natural landscape of the Georgia mountains and the 600-acre forest of Hambidge where she took take daily 2-hour solo hikes actively creating sense memories of the forest through smell, textures, immersive connections and observations of wild life. In the afternoons/evenings she would bring these experiences into the studio to process in her body, through moving, writing, and drawing.
In March 2022, Graczyk participated in the Vashon Island Residency. Graczyk used this time to integrate and further develop her new skills and exploration in making biomaterials into time-based performative experiments, unveiling processes of material transformations. Below are some video studies from that time incorporating visual, kinetic and sonic elements. For the residency Graczyk focused on making bio-based objects from raw bio material including eggshells, pine cones, pine needles, charcoal and shells working with the natural environment's detritus of the Northwest.
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Images taken in process during the residency March 2022.
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Past Performances
Woodside, CA (Feb 2020)
Precipice (2021)
Be politely strange you tell yourself.
The lick over the knees and the fourth word.
Desire is best structured like an emptiness.
Objet petit a.
A tongue. A cat’s tongue. Soft liquid to meet a scratch surface.
Give it a life of its own.
The engine of burrow, nest.
The golden space of forget.
Hollow, A hollow, a halo, A hall, hallaway.
A lump of exhaustive condensation.
Parcels of pools, water beads on wooden small shapes last longer.
The walls. They aren’t pixelated.
You wanna keep the lights on so that your ocular input will extract information from this encounter.
You wanna hold your hand.
You want something soft to put over your shoulder to bring some warmth, weight, and texture to the air.
You wanna fall into these words.
The actual words. D, e, s, t, the letter bodies, with their solid shapes, slippery slides, notches, and bends to give you a real ride.
Rub your body along the sides and take a plunge to the middle spaces that have open or closed surfaces like O. U. R.
The textures may delight you.
Isn’t always the case.
Keep going. Keep going.
You’ll find just beyond these letters and through the words:
A river of clouds, high in the sky that morph into mountains as the perspective shifts, while creatures in the foreground silhouette walk on the edge of a drawn line.
The light passes through their bones, while a giant plant finger reaches across the whole of the landscape smudging you and everything a green green.
You yield into gravity as the scene accelerates twisting, bending, browns, reds, yellows, cream brown blue and a splash of pale pink.
The cowbell around your neck punctures the silence as you fall, and fall, eventually landing on a decaying log.
No one told you about the sounds you make, so this is a first.
The water you held in your mouth to keep yourself from going dry, is gone.
You are now beyond the precipice, the precious piss, the line between green and gray, the living and dead.
The dead rolls down into another kind of green. Vertical, old, in a repetition, not one mirroring another.
Hold
The dead, they make sounds high pitched, bright and long, sometimes falling silent when you come too close.
Desire is best structured like a lick over the knees and the fourth word.
Be politely strange.
* Precipice (2021) was shared in a evening with Fana Fraser of their written works April 16, 2021 (online)