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All My Little Words
Organized by Conversations With Women and failed projects

October 5–26, 2014

PARMER is pleased to present All My Little Words, an exhibition and series of conversations organized by failed projects and Conversations With Women. The exhibition Miss World, organized by failed projects introduces work from Jennifer Chan, Emily Peterson Dunne, Kate Gilmore, Nicole Killian, Ella Dawn McGeough and Addie Wagenknecht to explore performative acts and objects of youth—proposing the space of a girl's room as a model of quotidian imaginative resistance. The space will be open before the conversations from 4pm to 6pm and by appointment.

Conversations With Women and failed projects are working together to present three thematic, speculative discussions in the context of the show. These conversations aim to bring together alternative viewpoints, skipping from politics to play to theory and everything in between. Non-prescriptive thematic prompts for the three conversations can be found below and on Conversations With Women. This series of conversations is organized around loose themes: All Gold Everything (labor and economics), Say My Name(digital subjectivity), and How Fucking Romantic (sex, love, and romance). The conversations are intended to be loose, participatory, and spontaneous. As such, participants are encouraged to submit their own prompts, thoughts, and ideas here:

This project is a community-built archive of true conversations between women that lives on Tumblr. Much has been written about the "new semi-autobiographers," including women like Kate Zambreno, Sheila Heti, Eileen Myles, Dodie Belamie, Chris Kraus, etc. In exploring the world between novel, poetry and memoir, they narrate their inner lives, making their mess public (blood stains and all). Every sentence becomes an utterance against the silencing of the feminine. The uncensored self is, then, a profound feminist act.

So, Siân Evans started to ask: What if it weren’t just writers? What if it were all of us? Women, writing ourselves in, writing to each other, writing. Sharing. I’ve always written myself in emails. I have no sense of privacy, I will forward anything; this has always been a political act. So, naturally, I started to feel a kinship with this "new" woman, this woman who is publishing her private correspondence, this woman who is blurring the line between fiction and autobiography. This woman writing herself in.