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Rindon Johnson, That’s fine, I’ll be back tomorrow, there’s a trail, the wood it feels dark to me, easy to grow, easy to paint and meeting you, from another country, we are a dozen jackets, in the ocean, waiting a whole year for another september, our oldest people call it around the center place., 2020. Leather, coffee, crayon, indigo, caput mortuum, coconut oil, pen, 28 x 32 inches (71 x 81 cm).

Rindon Johnson, Why, if it was so bad here, did he not go to another place to live? So it’s pretty big, it’s about twice the size of my fist, you can hear the bag is crunching as I turn it over, there’s not a single animal, no insect, nothing, it is so old it reflects back blue light, so on a very clear, cool day, it is hard to say where it is that the sun meets the sky. They brought me here, the boy replied, 2019. Rawhide, dirt, 35.5 x 23.5 x 15.75 inches (90 x 60 x 40 cm).

Rindon Johnson, This is to be considered an amazing place. (panel #1)2020. Leather, varnish, colored pencil, dimensions variable. 

Installation view, Materia Medica, 2020, François Ghebaly, Los Angeles

Rindon Johnson, The Dog is the Brother of the Fox, 2020. HD video with sound, 10 min 40 sec.

Rindon Johnson, still from "Meat Growlers: a Love Story," 2019. Virtual reality, 13 min 42 sec.

Rindon Johnson, still from "Meat Growlers: a Love Story," 2019. Virtual reality, 13 min 42 sec.

Rindon Johnson, still from "Meat Growlers: a Love Story," 2019. Virtual reality, 13 min 42 sec.

Rindon Johnson, Still from Among other things (nearby occasions or 8 acts for Jeremy): What should we call this form of existence: a constant vista where from one view one can see the cage of one binding state and from another view, another binding state? Come here and have a taste (play to be played). Hadi writes: All night I dreamed of these lines and couldn’t help it other than believing that dreaming these lines mean I should send them to you; it is coming from an old poem that made sense to me when I saw the cage inside the cage / Birds are free of cages, and cages are free of birds / Where have you came from that causes you to be so free / Although every birds voice is a kind of crying for end of the day / You must sing more since your cry more sounds like the beginning of the day. / I think birds are standing for people, but I’m not sure what the cage stands for. You must know. (I don’t.) Maybe there are things that we should become accustomed to not seeing or knowing (I entered the tunnel of my own will) I play the song over and over; without beginning and without end or when you druge up the past needlessly the dutch say you’re digging up old cows, 2019.  HD Video,  26 min 34 sec.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, Circumscribe, 2019, Julia Stoschek Collection, Düsseldorf, Germany. Photo: Alwin Lay.

Rindon Johnson, Why is labor so virtuous when we could have this other thing? (A true radical makes nothing.) What you choose to reinscribe is a form of previous pain brought upon another leave it, leave me be. Inscribe. I will not participate. Oops I’m participating. We’d be best to go a little too hard. (How do I decolonize something I cannot see?) Rose says to me as I am leaning half my body out the window to look at the dark looming cloud, We’ll never know if it’s going to rain until it rains, Rin. In Nicaragua they say: The world was once destroyed by a deluge. After its destruction, the gods created all things afresh. Ongoing. Rawhide, dirt, water, leaves, mold, bungee. Installation view, 2019, Sculpture Center, Queens, New York, Photo: Kyle Knodell

Installation view, Searching the Sky for Rain, 2019, Sculpture Center, Queens, New York. Photo: Kyle Knodell.

Installation view, Searching the Sky for Rain, 2019, Sculpture Center, Queens, New York. Photo: Kyle Knodell.

Rindon Johnson, The stage is no place for the riot, Ongoing, installation view, Searching the Sky for Rain, SculptureCenter, New York, 2019. Rawhide, dirt, water, dimensions variable. Photo: Kyle Knodell

Rindon Johnson, Installation view, 2018, Bard College, Dutchess County, New York

Rindon Johnson, Well Covered, Installation view, 2018, AA|LA, Los Angeles, CA

Rindon Johnson, Well Covered, Installation view, 2018, AA|LA, Los Angeles, CA

Rindon Johnson, Well Covered, Installation view, 2018, AA|LA, Los Angeles, CA