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Paperback, 5.75 x 8.25 in. / 164 pgs / 22 color.

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Pub Date 5/12/2020
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Catalog: SPRING 2020 p. 132

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ISBN 9781940190259 TRADE
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Excerpts from the 1971 Journal of Rosemary Mayer

Edited with introduction by Marie Warsh. Foreword by Maika Pollack.

An intimate account of everyday life and art in 1970s New York from a pioneering feminist artist

Rosemary Mayer (1943–2014) produced a vast body of work that includes sculptures, outdoor installations, drawings, illustrations, artist’s books, lyrical essays and art criticism. In 1971 she began to focus on the use of fabric as a primary medium for sculpture and to participate in a feminist consciousness-raising group which contributed to her involvement in A.I.R., the first cooperative gallery for women in the US. This was a pivotal period in Mayer’s life and career, and she documented it in remarkable detail in her 1971 journal, where her plans, enthusiasms, ambitions and insecurities, as well as her opinions about the art around her, are recorded with self-awareness and honesty, along with her concerns about friendship, money and love. This illustrated edition of Excerpts from the 1971 Journal of Rosemary Mayer—previously published in a limited run of 300 copies—includes a new introduction and is expanded to twice the size of the first edition.

A spread from 'Excerpts from the 1971 Journal of Rosemary Mayer.'

PRAISE AND REVIEWS

Brooklyn Rail

Kate Silzer

This new edition gives us more of the real stuff: a woman reckoning with herself, her body, her art, her world.

Nation

Thea Ballard

What someone makes doesn’t have to be an authentic, stable expression of self to contain traces of the experience of living. As a way of looking, or listening, or feeling, seeking those traces can make objects more strange, rather than more simple. I return to the feeling that Mayer’s artworks and personal writings, both for their own reasons a little too tucked away to really feel public, are mutually illuminating.