COUPLES THERAPY: PART I
NOBODY FUCKING TOLD ME
Nobody told me that I would have to move into a closet Nobody told me that I would have to care Nobody told me that your pain Would be my cross to bare
Nobody told me that I would have to normalize smelly farts And that my body would become a dart Bored
And that shots would be fired All Of The Time
Nobody told me that I would have to let you know what time I would be home for dinner Nobody told me that I even had to eat dinner Or cook dinner Or think about dinner Dinner
Let’s go to a diner Nobody told me to tiptoe to the pantry when embarking on a binge Nobody told me to wipe my mouth before the guests walked in Nobody Fucking Told Me
The Artist
Austyn Weiner (b. 1989, Miami, FL) studied photography at the University of Michigan and Parsons School of Design prior to relocating to Los Angeles, where she currently lives and works.
Working in oil on linen at a heroic scale, Weiner brings a bounding athleticism to her lyrical abstraction, using brushes and oil sticks to draw her signature glyphs and characters into washes of brilliant color. Drawn from her own life and family history, her work calls on female postwar abstraction and the Jewish-American experience to bear a painterly grammar that is very much her own, and in the very present tense. Her process of repeated painting-in and rubbing-out gives her work a distinctive tempo that speeds up and slows down from work to work. Her paintings are a record of time, place, and psychological agita. In a recent Vogue profile, arts writer Dodie Kazanjian wrote of Weiner’s physicality, “this is full-arm painting.