Darren Bader

The Vagrant

XPLEX (proposal for exes)

proposals for Sculpture #4, Sculpture #3.95, Sculpture #3.985, (Sculpture #5) and Sculpture #7

Ellen Pau

Yau Ma Tei Massage Body Movies (油麻地拍身推拿)

Enzo Camacho & Amy Lien

Decomposition Animation

Sin Wai Kin

The Universe

Rei Hayama

Hollow-Hare-Wallaby

Jennifer and Kevin McCoy

17SC-06Trees-78Mountains-78Mountains-08Special-08Special-39Sky-17Trees

Jill Magid

Hand-hacked Bouquet 2

Florence Yuk-ki Lee

merry-go-round like a lullaby

Paul Pfeiffer

Vs. (Battle of Brisbane)

Cici Wu

Belonging and Difference

Langit Lupa

Kawita Vatanajyankur

Pendulum

Leung Chi Wo

My Random Diary 0

Hand-hacked Bouquet 10

Kang Seung Lee

The Heart of A Hand

you build a home in my mind

P. Staff

La Nuit Américaine

Shala Miller

Genesis

Vs. (Fight of the Century)

Helen Marten

Writing A Play (dark blue orchard)

Jes Fan

Palimpsest

Aki Sasamoto

Point Reflection (Video)

Jonathan Lyndon Chase

Mouth 1

Angela Su

The Magnificent Levitation Act of Lauren O

Apichatpong Weerasethakul

For Bruce (致布魯斯)

Sonia Boyce

FEELING HER WAY

Lydia Ourahmane

Tassili

Tiffany Sia

What Rules The Invisible

Samson Young

The messengers

Thenjiwe Niki Nkosi

The Same Track

James Richards

Qualities of Life: Living in the Radiant Cold

Walid Raad

Festival of Gratitude, Mao Zedong

Alex Da Corte

ROY G BIV

Nikita Gale

HOME

Shirin Neshat

Ungrateful/Blasphemy (Fragment 1)

A Dream of Wholeness in Parts

Tony Cokes

SM BNGRZ 1 + 2

Weather Bar Forecast #1

Juria Toramae

Pelagic Dreams

Shuang Li

ÆTHER (Poor Objects)

Yee I-Lann

Tikar Reben 

Zheng Bo

Le Sacre du printemps

Tao Hui

Being Wild (奔放)

It's Always You

Kenneth Tam

Silent Spikes

Martine Syms

Carolyn Lazard

Weather Bar Forecast #2

Scale of Injustice

Ugly Plymouths

Calla Henkel & Max Pitegoff

Paradise

Ho Tzu Nyen

Waiting (Ripon Chowdhury with Ho Tzu Nyen)

Klara Liden

You're all places that leave me breathless

The Spade 

Alan Kwan

Bad Trip

Jonathan Horowitz

Best Picture

Quỳnh Lâm

I Am Not A Spy (video performance)

My Random Diary

Xiaofei Mo & POND

Lovers Revolt, Lovers Revolve 1

Evil.80.Empathy?

S1:E4

Tuan Andrew Nguyen

The Boat People

Charles Atlas

A Prune Twin

Lee Kit

Blink and blank

Imran Perretta

the destructors

The Prince of Homburg

Vvzela Kook

Drowned in, or not in the swimming pool

Unfinished Return Of Yu Man Hon

Thao Nguyen Phan

Becoming Alluvium

Lawrence Lek

AIDOL 爱道

Knit

Pulsating Atom (跳動的原子)

Martha Atienza

Tarong 11°16'12.0"N 123°45'23.4"E 2019-08-06 Tue 2:27 PM PST 1.50 meters High Tide Kaongkod 11°16'12.0"N 123°45'23.4"E 2019-08-03 Sat 12:14 PM PST 2.03 meters High Tide

Mute Grain (潘濤阮)

Andrew Thomas Huang

Kiss of the Rabbit God (兔兒神)

Su-Mei Tse

Shaping (塑形)

Wong Ping

Wong Ping's Fables 2 (黃炳寓言)

The Modern Way to Shower 摩登沐浴法

On Venus

Julian Simmons

EGG: Sarah Lucas & 750 eggs

Panangatan 11°09'53.3"N 123°42'40.5"E 2019-10-24 Thu 6:42 AM PST 1.29 meters High Tide 2019-10-12 Sat 10:26 AM PST 1.40 meters High Tide

Yuri Pattison

sunset (provisioning)

Capricorn

Robert Sandler

Fatal Loins

WangShui

From Its Mouth Came a River of High- End Residential Appliances

Garden

Do Nut Diagram

Jeremy Deller

Everybody in the Place, An Incomplete History of Britain 1984-1992

Luke Willis Thompson

_Human

Cecile & Marianna

How Long

Shuttle

Tell me everything you saw, and what you think it means

DESCENT

Lawrence Abu Hamdan

Walled Unwalled

On the Collinear and Reflected on the Water

Gary-Ross Pastrana

Rewilding

b. 1966 Honolulu, U.S; lives and works in New York, U.S.

Working across video, photography, sculpture, and sound, Paul Pfeiffer’s practice focuses on the strangeness of mass media and its effect on the body and consciousness. By sampling footage of well-known entertainment events, such as sports coverage and stadium concert tours, Pfeiffer uncovers the emptiness of moments intended for mass audiences. Pfeiffer recasts and edits footage using post-production techniques, such as photo retouching, digital erasure, and looping. As a result, he heightens the act of watching the subjects, underlining the voyeuristic nature of pop spectacle. By editing the footage this way, the inherent fragility of the human form is laid bare, magnifying an everyday, mass fascination with the existential. Pfeiffer often creates immersive audiovisual installations in his exhibitions, presenting his video works alongside corporeal objects of worship.

, ICP and MTA Arts & Design, New York (2023); 

, The Athenaeum, University of Georgia, Athens (2023); 

, Inhotim Museu de Arte Contemporanea, Brumadinho (2018); 

, Outpost-Bellas Artes Projects, Manila (2018); 

, curated by Grace Deveney, Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago, Chicago (2017); 

, Honolulu Museum of Art, Honolulu (2016); and 

, Galerie Perrotin, Hong Kong (2015). Recent group exhibitions include 

Strike Fast, Dance Light: Artists on Boxing

, FLAG Art Foundation and The Church, Sag Harbor, New York (2023); 

, Carl & Marilynn Thoma Foundation; travelled to Figge Art Museum, Davenport, IA; Weisman Art Museum, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, MN; Grand Rapids Art Museum, Grand Rapids, MI; Pensacola Museum of Art, University of West Florida, Pensacola, FL; Chazen Museum of Art, University of Wisconsin, Madison, WI (2022); 

, Bogotá Museum of Modern Art, Bogotá (2022); Double Vision, Tai Kwun Contemporary, Hong Kong (2022); 

11th Seoul Mediacity Biennale: One Escape at a Time

, Seoul Museum of Art, Seoul, South Korea (2021); 

Programmed: Rules, Codes, and Choreographies in Art, 1965-2018

, The Whitney Museum of American Art, New York (2018); 

, organized by Josh Kline, Metro Pictures, New York (2018); 

, Whitney Museum of American Art, New York (2015).

For further information about this artist please click 

 is an editioned long-form work from Paul Pfeiffer's genesis NFT collection 

. The collection consists of meticulously edited footage of eight-division world champion Manny Pacquiao, lifted from two of his most iconic boxing matches. In this work, Manny Pacquiao’s body struggles, twitches, convulses, taking hits from an invisible Floyd Mayweather Jr. who is digitally erased from the footage. Though his opponent is not seen, Pacquiao’s body writhes in the throes of the violence of the match. Pacquiao is alone and fragile in the ring, underlining the existential fascination of such entertainment and the uncompromising eye of mass media. This collection is part of Paul Pfeiffer’s ongoing 

. The collection consists of meticulously edited footage of eight-division world champion Manny Pacquiao, lifted from two of his most iconic boxing matches. In this work, Manny Pacquiao’s body struggles, twitches, convulses, taking hits from an invisible Jeff Horn who is digitally erased from the footage. Though his opponent is not seen, Pacquiao’s body writhes in the throes of the violence of the match. Pacquiao is alone and fragile in the ring, underlining the existential fascination of such entertainment and the uncompromising eye of mass media. This collection is part of Paul Pfeiffer’s ongoing 

In 2011, I went to a group exhibition somewhere in Los Angeles, at a space whose name I can’t recall and which no longer exists. The only work I remember seeing that night was Kenneth Tam’s video 

The compression is not subservient to the explosion; it gives it increased force

, and I’ve never forgotten it. In my memory, it played in its own room, upstairs in a house, and I sat on a bench and watched the whole thing several times. In the video, Kenneth Tam, an Asian American man wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans, and sneakers, walks around a large cardboard box on the carpeted floor of a room. There is a man in the box who speaks in a flinty voice. They met on Craigslist. The Man in the Box negotiates with Tam: 

Take your clothes off, come closer, let me touch your butt, I want to grasp your genitalia

. We see only his arms, which he puts through holes he cuts in the box. Tam circles, hesitates, gets close to the outstretched hand, then backs up. He becomes naked below the waist, then puts his underwear back on. The Man in the Box makes a forced laugh whenever Tam says no to a request, which Tam does often. You can feel the Man in the Box’s pervy frustration through the cardboard.

You worry a little bit for Tam as the Man in the Box pokes his finger in between Tam’s butt-cheeks, reaches out to hold his junk. It’s at once threatening and cringe, menacing and pathetic. The intimacy, the reach for intimacy, only unshadows the bare alienation and unwieldy distance between the two men. You tell yourself that Tam is in control – it’s his camera, his situation, his art – and you wonder at the kink of it, at who is getting off more. How do these kinks feed on each other? About the work, Tam writes on his website: ‘After repeated discussions [on Craigslist], we ultimately agreed upon a set of conditions that attempted to satisfy both of our respective needs. His frustrated intentions quickly came into tension with my own refusal to fully acquiesce to his demands, yet at the same time my prerogatives as an artist required me to compromise my position and meet him halfway.’

The acutely uncomfortable vibe that pervades this video, as it does all of Tam’s work, has to do with this sticky point of collapse between refusal and acquiescence, of desires as demands, of satisfaction measured through tension, of the mild but oppressive suffering that lives in between awkward pauses, what lurks in what is not said.

In a word, it’s the ick that is the negotiation of masculine sociality. No other artist does this ick better. As his work has progressed since that early video of 2011 – moving from staged, performative videos like tone-poems suffused with sumptuous awkwardness, to more cinematic pieces that use edits and exquisitely coloured mise-en-scène to propel a muscular logic of storytelling – Tam has become his generation’s most fearless documentarian of the fact that masculinity structures our very world through this ick. It is the ick of how the softest, most hesitant parts of individuality are squashed and shaped through forceful, even brutal, concessions of socialization; and that this is not a side effect but the most necessary function of how masculine sociality is constituted at all. The ick comes from how one’s willingness to participate in this concession is the badge of honour with which masculinity rewards all of us forced to live under its regime. It’s the system that funnels everyone into hierarchical types, and then commends those whom it deems to fall into the type at the top (the leader, the alpha). In Tam’s work, we watch this negotiation of hierarchy, of dominance and submission, of leader and follower – whose hesitation or vulnerability can be steamrolled by someone more certain, more ruthless – and this plays out in situations Tam has pointedly constructed to always put the body on the line. The vulnerability of his male performers is enacted through various stages of nudity, or close proximity, or prompts to be tender and open towards each other. It is so visceral, it thumps in your throat while you watch. You feel as if insecurity is how men know they have bodies at all: there’s the embarrassment of having to live inside the body, the uneasiness of where to put one’s hands, how to hang one’s arms, how to stand in such a way as to appear – but never actually to 

Tam has always asked the question: How do men become men? Each Tam video work focuses on rituals that produce specific masculinities: father–son bonding (s

, 2020, originally a performance), male social clubs of the kind that gather in suburban basements (

, 2016). Throughout these works, he lets the question move from how much of this loss of autonomy is one’s choice, to how much it is the result of an individual bending and breaking under external pressures. From there, the question becomes how and why these external pressures came to be. Does anyone enjoy them? Who needs them? What do they cost us? How, and why, is this price not the same for each of us? How is it determined by race, ethnicity, class, sexuality? The fact of this price means that there is always the threat of violence, and Tam’s work is atmosphered with it, producing the fog of the question: Why does masculinity invest in rituals of violence as a way to get to intimacy?

Tam’s work does not offer declarative answers to any of these questions. Instead, he creates situations, images, and symbols that show how masculinity builds itself atop a foundation of boundaries being breached, or in danger of being breached. I think of how the idea of the boundary itself – a wall, a barrier, a membrane – feels especially constitutive of the masculine, insofar as the boundary functions as a thing to be destroyed, the thing towards which a penetrative force is aimed and propelled. Forgive my cis-heterosexual gender essentialism but, when I watch Tam’s work, I cannot stop thinking of how, when individual identity is constantly repressed for the benefit of the group – so that the group 

 the group – it produces a world where any moment of gentleness, trust, and connection is predicated on the awkward. Such moments function as wayward instances of consensual penetration; tender, shy emotion allowed to spurt through. Tam is a master at revealing the expression of this awkwardness, how risky anything sensitive, anything careful, is in this world. When the men in his videos are asked to compliment each other, you feel as though you’re watching someone carve out his own heart with a blunt blade and then ask if anyone might want to hold it.

When I watch Tam’s work, I think, ‘Is this gay?’ And then I realize that this is the exact question masculinity asks itself all the time. The threat of queerness is everywhere in a Tam piece, like an id, an elephant in the room, a Higgs boson particle that holds everything together but is unseen and can’t be measured with normative instruments. All of his male performers – who are unrehearsed, unscripted, and who, Tam makes a point to note, participate in the work not only for the money but because of their own interests and curiosities – seem very straight and very cis, but not necessarily by choice or desire. This sits on their frames just as awkwardly as tenderness does. It recalls the strings attached to puppets: the puppet master’s hands loom above, enacting the choreography of the patriarchy, and it’s the gracelessness as such of the puppets’ movements that gives them grace. The straight-cisness of these men is simply another aspect of their masculinity that seems to have been forged in the furnace of patriarchy’s hegemonic machinations – they’ve been burned by it, branded. When one man in 

, the video work about the high school prom, admits to wishing his prom date had been the girl’s best friend, who was a boy, it comes as a shock. There you are! I said to the screen.

Ick! How Men Become Men: On Kenneth Tam

screening

Medium	Video (colour), 960x720 pixels
Duration	1 minute 34 seconds
Edition	of 5

Akeroyd Collection

Works

Paul Pfeiffer, Vs. (Fight of the Century), 2023