Marshall Weber
Publication Date: 2017
Artwork type: Unique book
Medium: hand painting, digital print
Dimensions: 16.0 in W x 14.0 in H
Binding Type: hand sewn
Edition Size: 1
Price: USD 2400.00
Sara Parkel (bookbinder)
Dana F. Smith (printer)
Olympia, WA
Book #4 from the twelve book series, “If I can’t dance it’s not my Revolution.”
“If I can’t dance it’s not my Revolution.”, is the title of a series of 12 large scale unique books exporing the liberation of the human body from social constructions, static cultural identities and dichotomous gender roles. In the series dance and the image of dancers are used as the utopian symbols of total freedom and creative play. The book’s structures and materials are meant to reflect and magnify the gestures of dance and play. The scale and sometimes oblique construction of the books, which contain gatefolds in various directions and numeous paging possibilities, require the reader to dance around with the books activating tactile and choreographic reading.
The title, while not the actual words typically attributed to or actually used by Emma Goldman, does, in my and others interpretaion, accurately and succintly convey her feelings about women not having their bodies or any creative behavior of same policed by men (or women) of any political persuasion. She describes the incident that catalyzed the phrase in her 1931 auto-biography “Living my Life”.
The series as a whole is an exploration of Spectrum Theory and Fractal Biology, two ontologies that I have developed to facilitate the necessary dissolution of non-sustainable binary, essentialist and fundamentalist thought.
Incandescent has pictures from a 2011 dance party at the Commodore nightclub in Williamsburgh, Brooklyn and a Steve Aoki show at the Granada Theater in Lawrence, Kansas in 2012. 
Text in the book:
We’re rock stars in our own lives
we’re not makin’ anybody money
we’re savin’ the world 
doin’ what we wanna do
and we’re makin’ love
we don’t act like celebrities
celebrities act like us
actors wanna act like us
were not entertainering anybody
we’re for real
we’re not online or on stage
we’re not in films
we’re in the streets 
and in the woods
the sun is out spotlight
the stars shine on us
then moon winds our clock
we’re comets
we’re meteors
we’re fireballs
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