Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Anne Tait in conversation with Elizabeth Duffy



Elizabeth Duffy: What an exhilarating ride inside your brain, Anne Tait! It feels like all your neural networks are firing at once in this installation. I love the way you use the storefront gallery as a space for free association, allowing narratives to emerge that are probing, funny, unsettling, and timely. This installation balances humor with profound social critique. How do you think about creating that balance, and what possibilities does humor offer you that a more direct political language cannot?

Anne Tait: Thank you, Elizabeth Duffy, for taking the time to visit my playdate with the Dirt Palace storefront…and thank you, Pippi and Xander for letting me play there!

To answer your question about balance, humor and politics: The last thing I want to do is shove my beliefs or politics down someone else’s throat, but they’re going to come out somehow. Art making is my way of not having to answer a question, but to occupy a space of doubt, frustration, and to make myself laugh. Otherwise, I’d be crying all the time!..I established the crybaby reputation as the youngest of three, and apparently that has stuck.


Elizabeth Duffy: Questions of power, hierarchy, and the strength, vulnerability, and generative power of women's bodies recur throughout the installation. Forceps become bodies or limbs, a large pink pill contains an embryonic form, phallic laboratory glassware sits alongside glittering pills, while the Truth Social “T" and Viagra images smack of impotence and empty promises. Your work is often playful while addressing urgent political realities. What does this installation suggest about where we are culturally, and where do you think we may be headed?


Anne Tait: Goodness, Ms. Duffy, I must look into my crystal glitter pill ball to answer that question: where are we headed? …..I’m still waiting for the crystal ball to tell me. ….As I wait, I’ll give your question a stab: I can’t say where we are headed, but I do find myself surprised how ongoingly reckless, and willingly ignorant human beings in power and not in power are, laughing at the basic tenants of the dominant faiths that they pretend to worship. From my art history interests and raised in a Christian Protestant tradition I found that virtues and the vices stretch back to all the faiths I have looked at: the Greeks, Romans, Hindi, Buddhists, Jews, Christians, Muslim— all have lists of the virtues and the vices. And it is nothing new that people in power deploy religion cynically. Yes, I know we all see this, but it saddens me. The vices win and the biggest winner seems to be greed to me.  And, it isn’t a new point, so I can only hope, make art, teach, serve, and keep asking “why?”. 


Elizabeth Duffy: Spatial choreography feels important in your installation. The embroidered piece pinned to the ironing board, like a palimpsest, rests on the floor, leading the eye upward to a rectilinear embroidery frame, then further up to the forceps image, and finally to the genuflecting, pleading female figure. How are you thinking about movement through the space? Are ideas of burial, transformation or ascension informing the way you organized this installation. 


Anne Tait: I think your poetic eye finds such beauty, Beth. 

I looked at the window as a collage of test pieces/ideas/images: when ironing the smaller test pieces in preparation to the larger clinging lady.  I’d pinned to the ironing board to block. I liked them still on there so instead of mounting them on a wall or frame, I left them fixed to the ironing board as you see them. which are tests for the larger framed piece at how they can inform another one, and maybe help me, and perhaps you, to see that I am not at a place to answer or solve a problem, but maybe to begin to understand, and to heal. The embroidered elements throughout the window are all questions, and some just recognitions of ideas that present some of my thoughts, worries, and concerns. By putting them out, they help me to step outside of my head, and to maybe convey something that I don’t fully understand myself. 

The image of the woman clinging was inspired by the lyrics of the hymn, “Rock of Ages,” by Augustus Toplady. It is his defiant statement that faith is superior to good works, which seems to have been quite a serious issues in his time…. The rock has many connotations in Judaic Christian writings, and I am far from a scholar in that field, but this image, inspired by the hymn and interpreted from that hymn, was visually brought to life by the painter, Johannes Adam Simon Oertel in 1876.  Here is a link to the painting which is in the collections of Harvard: https://hvrd.art/o/231904. Also, one of my friends, June Hadden Hobbs,  wrote a wonderful article on this image which I highly recommend.

  

What is the other side of the argument on faith? Good works. My 2 cents: I lean away from faith. What is it without some  good being done in its name? But, I love the art made in the name of this statement: Nina Simone’s “Sinnerman” is one of my favorite songs on that subject.


I replaced the cross with forceps. 


And on the Truth Social logo, I dissected the logo when I should have been marching in a rally. Instead, I found, disturbingly, that is fit into a swaskika. I looked up the branding package for the colors: Truth Blue, Truth Green, and Truth White….which is just white by hex code…truly!

Elizabeth Duffy: Moving across the installation, the image with the three dogs immediately suggests family, companionship, and fidelity. Knowing that you're one of three siblings, I wondered how autobiography enters the work here and elsewhere. What personal narratives or memories are woven into this installation that viewers might not recognize?

Anne Tait: Yes, that is the only personal image. It is a celebrity-style picture of my Great Uncle Arthur’s dog, Jeepers. He used to sit out front of his flower shop in New York City….As I write this I also recall that one of my Uncles’,  Arthur and Walter,  and my grandfather’s flower shops was located in the Barbazon Plaza Hotel, which is now Trump Tower……never thought of that until now!!! But I just loved this picture of this doggie. He went to places such as the 21 Club with socialites in the hotel while my uncle would never get through the door….It is a memorial of sorts. Aren’t all portraits in the end?


Elizabeth Duffy: Embroidery is often imagined as a solitary, contemplative practice rooted in domestic tradition, but you expand what embroidery can be and where it can exist by bringing this intimate process into public space, engaging subjects like reproductive rights, sexuality, and political division. How does embroidery become a language for these conversations? And how does presenting the work in the highly visible storefront windows of Dirt Palace, at such a busy intersection in Olneyville, shift its meaning?


Anne Tait: I heard a report about the soccer games and the impulse for people to cheer for the underdog. I am such an underdog fan! I see women as the eternal underdogs. They are always the last concern and are pushed aside for the next. At this point, a fetus is beginning to have equal rights with the woman who carries it, and those ‘personhood’ laws again, put women behind even their own bodies. 


I see the beautiful work of domestic spheres such as the delicate table linens and handkerchiefs that go for nothing $$$-wise, and see that that they are little underdogs of great beauty. I love still life painting as they document the intimacy of everyday life. I see the vernacular crafting of the drawings from my research of marble gravestones such as the Clinging Woman image as important as are the gravestones carved by anonymous men shipped over for the industry such as the man who, in the large photo is carving the same image that I have altered in my embroidered piece. But, to advocate for them, one must rip them out of the drawer, expand them beyond their size to bring them to the public sphere. I’ve done this before with gravestone drawings which I brought to downtown department store windows here in Providence and also in the marble city of Vermont, Rutland. 


Elizabeth Duffy: Round forms (tondos) have long histories in devotional painting and religious imagery. The embroidery hoop is an obvious echo, but circular forms appear throughout your practice, including in your large  installation at Roger Williams University. When did the circle become central to your visual language, and what continues to draw you back to it?


Anne Tait: I began using round forms in my paintings when I was in graduate school in the mid-1990s. I find that corners make me turn on them as I’m afraid to be trapped in them physically, When I moved to the round form, I felt I was free to experiment with the materials and the form. Then I was working with poetry that inspired my work. One piece, “Spawn” was inspired by Bob Brown’s poem by the same name. They became large scale petrie dishes. 

Round paintings, Tondi, come from plates that were given to newlyweds in Italy with images of Mary & Jesus generally. Over time they evolved into paintings for couples of wealth. My favorite is predicable but beautiful, The Alba Madonna by Raphael. I still love the forgiveness of the circle, though I find it lame when people present their embroidery in hoops.

 

Elizabeth Duffy: Throughout your installation there are repeated gestures of holding: some tender, some violent. Objects tether, pierce, impale, pin, stretch, and support. One figure nearly has her eyes pierced by a needle! It made me think about art as a way of holding what is otherwise difficult to contain: memory, grief, uncertainty, desire, possibility. How does this notion of holding shape your practice? And how do you shift when the work leads you to somewhere you hadn't anticipated?

Anne Tait: Hands are not a new focus for artists, nor for me, but I found them amusing on gravestones because I am a product of the Addams Family 1960s sitcom and the movie with Peter Lorre, The Beast with Five Fingers, 1946. I don’t think that is the point of your question, but it is insightful that you address the hand since is very important to me as a tool to hold, to care, to hurt, and create. There is a line in the poem, “The Hound”, by Robert Francis: Life will come at you like a hound…..you don’t know if the dog will bite or lick your hand. I love this appendage as it is so powerful, beautiful delicate and transformative. Using it changes us: for the good if we find meaning with it. Sadly, I was hit in my face a few times when I was a kid. It made me head shy for awhile. I would flinch when a hand was near me. I don’t think that happens now that I’m older. I remember it being a quality in some horses I cared for at camp.



Elizabeth Duffy: Rather than measuring civilization through the ages of men, we can trace it through skins and hides, woven cloth, industrial textiles, and fast fashion. Your work suggests an alternative history told through fiber: one shaped by labor, care, and the body. How does this idea of textile lineage inform your practice, and in what ways can textiles challenge, complicate, or expand who gets to write history?


Anne Tait: I’ve been reading The Golden Thread: How Fabric Changed History by Kassia St. Clair this past year.  She makes something that should be obvious to us all obvious: that being naked is not going on in our world and fabric is the foundation of civilization. From the Greek Myth of the Three Fates: three women who spin, and ultimately cut our life to its destined length to the complexity of fabric making and garments through history. It seems so obvious, but we take these complex items for granted. I taught an embroidery class this past Spring. So many in the class of 10 women and 5 men didn’t know how to thread a needle. They grew quite good at making things in different ways within the class, and time became an issue as one can’t rush embroidery. 



Elizabeth Duffy: The word embroider has an intriguing double meaning. Beyond stitching, it can also mean to embellish or even to fictionalize, to add persuasive or meretricious details to a story. That double meaning feels relevant to your installation. Does that space between truth, invention, memory, and fabrication interest you?


The conversation you initiate here, Beth Duffy,  interests me. I find things through certain  processes.  Some are predicable for me, but some surprise me, making me realize how little I understand myself until I make something. For instance, when I was trying to get my feet to look right in my “Woman Clinging” embroidered piece, I did some tests that are on the ironing board in the window. I’ll include it here since it accidently became a series of feet in a bed of redwork. They look to me like feet slipping in blood. And since childbirth is an inevitable association with the forceps it now seems obvious. But I was just having fun with feet and the colors I was aiming to use in the ‘real’ piece. 

Elizabeth Duffy: I love the title “Play Date with Anne Tait.” It suggests freedom, experimentation, curiosity, and improvisation, but it also has structure within it. Someone organized the play. Your work exists in tension between careful control and unruly spontaneous discovery. What does "play" mean in your practice, and what kinds of discoveries does it make possible that planning alone can not?


Anne Tait: As you mentioned earlier, I like to think I have some humor to offer. When one has a most-rhymable last name as “Tait” they grow up with many nicknames. In my case, for this window, this title was my license to play, to free myself from doubt, to take all the loose threads of projects and ideas and try to bring them together. When I allow myself to play, I offer myself forgiveness for not knowing what I’m doing or making logical sense. Goodness, this world doesn’t make sense! As Nick Lowe wrote: “What’s So Funny ‘bout Peace, Love and Understanding?” Well, it’s not funny but if we can’t have fun asking questions and doing storefronts for my friends and neighbors, I’d just cry.

Thank you!


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Trained in sculpture, painting, drawing, jewelry, and textile conservation, Elizabeth Duffy is a multidisciplinary artist whose compulsive process and love of material culture drive her to mine the revelatory in the ordinary. Her recent work examines the intersection of domestic life and surveillance. Her work is influenced by feminist art, an itinerant way of life, and looking at the overlooked.

https://www.elizabethduffy.net/










Anne Tait is a Rust Belt baby who left the banks of the flaming Cuyahoga River of Ohio for New England in her early 20s. Now as she lounges on the banks of the Woonasquatucket, she understands why she glows a strange neon color at night, like the window she envisions in Olneyville. Her work has often taken her to cemeteries, industrial sites,

and her studio in a renovated car garage, where she tries to make sense of the world through art. She is inspired by her students at 

Roger Williams University and Rhode Island School of Design. They, and her daughter, Roma, consistently remind her that the desire to learn and grow, and discover does still thrive

That makes sitting on the banks Superfund sites most of her life worth it.


Saturday, May 23, 2026

Malda Smadi interview with Darcie Dennigan

Malda Smadi interview with Darcie Dennigan


I surround you with love.


Artist Statement: Reflecting on what kind of emotional residue this installation might leave behind, I wanted to offer something drawn from my own methods of coping. This began with a phrase from a video meditation I was listening to on Youtube which repeated: “I surround you with love” in a soft female voice. Intended to soothe, it became an urgent realization of our reliance on technology to reconnect with something deeply spiritual.


The focal point is the sculpture 'Carrier' that derives its form from Kaf Maryam, or Rose of Jericho—a dessert plant indigenous to the Middle East and North Africa. Its root-like, bulbous body carries medicinal associations known to ease menstrual pain and support with labor and infertility. When soaked in warm water, the plant resurrects, thereby symbolizing hope and renewal. 


Fabric is the bonding medium. In its intimacy, I found soft forms that mimicked floral buds, and offered the surface for the meditative yet laborious work of repeatedly stitching the phrase “I surround you with love” on its borders. The pink bed sheet lived in my studio, keeping me warm, while it collected dirt and traces of folds and creases over time. It also holds a synchronous relationship to one I had growing up. In the other bed sheets I gathered, they represented femininity, girlhood, playfulness, solitude, desire, pain, sensuality, and care. 


As in much of my work, I’m drawn to the tensions between beauty and distortion, and death and safety. It reflects a bodily experience that brings to existence that which is monstrous yet tender, caught between the cyclical pull toward nonbelonging and dissociation, and the desire for connection and love. Drawing on processes that are repetitive, like mark-making, or finding references in nature of microscopic bacteria that resemble flowers in bloom, I try to find these subtle links in the stillness of being.


When we close your eyes and enter deep into our bodies long enough to find that stillness, what do we feel?


Darcie Dennigan: Dear Malda, hello, hello! i am so grateful to xander & pippi for giving me this occasion to get acquainted with your work– it is so deeply engaged with the moment– not at all reactive, the opposite– grounded & full of care in its concerns and then wildly soaring in its executions as my eyes followed the branches of your sculptures i felt a release! i was flying but also i was swimming in the pool of blood at the heart of the big sculpture in the installation.


I want to ask about prettiness… for lack of a better word. For instance, your series Between Heaven and Earth has some absolutely pretty drawings. And in this installation, there is also this beautifully-patterned background with red and pink marks, the fabric has these delicately proportioned flowers, and then there are some sculptures that have so-called pretty elements, and yet are lumpen, the installation’s title suggests a circle (surrounded) and yet does not give us symmetry. Sometimes artists are not interested in beauty or prettiness, but when I look at your body of work, I *think* you are– if that’s true, can you talk about your decision to work away from prettiness sometimes in your work?



Malda Smadi: This is an interesting observation and question because the idea of beauty or prettiness in my work was made apparent to me only when I came to grad school in the US. And I think it’s there from my upbringing in the Arab world and what we knew or understood about art. So conceptually, it started a little bit more unconsciously. Since it was named, I then began considering it as an element in my work. 


The decision to work away from prettiness is about working towards, and with, affect. It’s about giving texture to a gnarly feeling, like a cigarette that churns your stomach in moments of anxiety, or how your skin crawls in moments of deep self loathing or shame. It’s nonconscious and deeply felt, and goes beyond emotion. As much as I want to contain pain or transform it within the parameters of beauty, the core of my work is visceral, and the experiences I’m working through are not pretty, and so the decision becomes maybe about some sort of understanding, or a relationship with the unseen. To me, art is about an experience of feeling. 



Darcie: You write that ‘you are surrounded by love’ was a line from a youtube meditation video and it led you to reflect on how our spirituality is often mitigated by, or made possible by, technology… your labor-intensive stitching of the same words seems the opposite of that (the hollowness and easiness of tech). I’m interested in the kinds of thinking that take place during the physical labor of making art and wonder if you want to talk about that? What were you thinking about as you stitched those words? (Do you consider the stitching itself a kind of meditation? ) Do you consider your hands as you stitch or hang fabric as an extension of your brain? Or are your hands another brain, their own brain?

Malda: I was confronted with this question previously with the work I did on ‘I count my days in minutes…’, which also included a very tedious, repetitive process of twisting, curling and uncurling pieces of paper napkins. Conceptually, it was an anxious draw which I incorporated in the making of the work in order to reactivate my body and sit in the discomfort of grief. In reality, my ‘self’ began to resist the discipline and tedium and it felt very heavy, which was partly to do with needing to finish the piece within a fixed deadline and a fixed outcome.


With the fabric piece, I wanted to perform that same repetitive process, but I let go of trying to achieve its full potential so it became the most serene part of making the work for the installation. Aside from materiality, the puncturing of the surface was really satisfying with that occasional poke of the needle on the tips of my fingers. And the ability to stitch in the comfort of a sofa or my bed resulted in a less mentally and physically exhausting process, which allowed for a less intrusive mental space and connected me more with what I was stitching. Like prayer beads, getting through each phrase was a recitation, and a reminder. With every poke, it was a call back to my body. 


Although some stitching sessions were done in pure silence, other sessions were done with the company of a friend, an audiobook, or a film. The piece itself became a companion; we spent Valentine’s Day together at a jazz show at RiffRaff for example. 


The stitching was more grounding, because I could only sit for an hour and a half at a time which covered one phrase, and I would try to do two phrases on some days. It’s like coming back to the stillness of yourself each time. All I can say is that I stitched in moments when I needed to gather myself—early in the morning, during insomnia nights, after a disappointment, taking myself out, winding down after work, and before I went to bed. 


And I would say that my hands are both an extension of my brain, and have their own brain. Something to do with planning vs intuitive making is how I see that relationship.



Darcie: One word that comes to mind when I look at the Kaf Maryam inspired sculpture titled Carrier, is “unruliness” – the branches projecting out in all directions from the red center– this reminds me of course of your sculpture “her body obeys no laws,” and also of drawing series “The Monstrous” –! the figures of women peeing hair (or having long flowing pubic tresses?), the figure shitting eggs, the figure whose umbilical cord is a snake – i LOVE the spirit of refusing to obey in these pieces, and in your sculptures, i love how your materials themselves seem to embody an anti-authoritarian spirit, and i wonder… at what point in your process (or in your artmaking life overall?!) do you /did you decide or know or realize that unruliness is essential?


Malda: I want to say grad school again. A lot of things became apparent to me there; I could easily say Malda had a pre-grad-school self and a post-grad-school self. But it was within the first year at RISD where I had a clearer understanding and better grasp of these ‘unruly’ moments. They had always existed within me as a person, and in my earlier work, but not named or even welcomed. I understood they held power and information and needed to be guided. 


I was introduced to so many new artists, like Wangechi Mutu, Brenda Goodman, and Carol Rama, whose own practices involved a form of ‘unruliness’ that resonated with me. I was able to better contextualize my work, explore, experiment, and expand on that unruliness in different ways. The way I worked with sculpture and materials for example, came from that same sense of “anti-authoritarian” spirit, and perhaps it helped (or did not) that I didn’t learn sculpture traditionally and was figuring it out along the way and doing my own thing for better or worse. There was a moment in my last semester of grad school right before our thesis show when I realized that I did not need any validation and that I was going to do and present the work I wanted, again for better or worse. And this was the only way I wanted to practice art, and it felt so empowering. What I hope more so is that, that unruliness is balanced with authenticity and intelligence. 


I guess, like most people, there are parts of myself and my life that I have always been in conflict with, and my creative work has allowed me not only to give it form, but a space to exist and be expressed. So unruliness is absolutely essential, not only to challenge order, but to make peace with the dis/order, too.



Darcie: RED!!! redness… red-redness… in so much of your visual work, and in “I Count My Days in Minutes” - the red is there– which means that the pain is there, violence is there– in bodies (women’s bodies?) and in lands/homelands– but what else does this color mean to you in your work?


Malda: Red is taking up space. Red is heat and menstrual, it’s internal. It’s appetising and it’s desiring. Red is active, and in motion.


Darcie: In your ps122 group show statement, you ask the question, “What does meditation, slowness, and mindfulness teach us about resistance?” – would you talk a little about your own meditation practices both inside and outside of your art-making, and the connection between meditation and resistance?


Malda: I’ve explored a few different forms of meditation which have been helpful at different times. In the past year I noticed that mindfulness walking is where it’s at for me! For an anxious brain, it helps me get out of the house and ground myself in the motion of my body. I love feeling the ground beneath my feet, my muscles in tension, and my sciatica flare up (haha). Again, it’s coming back into my body, rather than my mind, in a way that is felt. From my body, all the feelings of gratitude take shape, from my breath to my senses and my body’s ability in whatever form that looks like in that moment. 


I began incorporating body movement and mindfulness in my work with my piece ‘Cycles of Lacerations’ with the jump rope, and in twisting with ‘I count my days in minutes…’, and these were necessary for me to exit one psychical state and enter another for the benefit of my ‘self’ and in service of my practice. For example, with ‘Cycles of Lacerations’, I would experience very heavy, depressive mental states before my period and the jump rope, which was hung in my art studio, helped me come out of that stale state into an active one. Whereas in ‘I count my days in minutes…’, the shock and paralysis my body went through watching the genocide in Palestine on social media led me to a slower, more grounded, and mindful action. 


Where it became about resistance started with the idea of staying present in, and confronting the pain, terror, and grief instead of succumbing to it. And it was about acknowledging the diverse and natural temperaments of humans, and about acknowledging that many individuals from marginalized groups cannot resist in the same public and vocal ways, there was way too much at stake. So the idea of meditation, or practices that had a slow, craft-based, tactile, process approach, were deeply significant to me in that we could still resist injustice, discrimination, and white supremacy in alternate ways. Resistance also meant looking after the self, confronting its pain and transforming it so it had the fuel to power through and continue, and to transform the heaviness into an active participant instead of blocking it. 


Finally, I’ll add that I began a daily practice in the fall of last year, after a series of hard days, where I would walk around Dexter Park and repeat the phrase, ‘I expand my capacity to withstand discomfort’. To me it meant that I was going to try my best not to flee, not to retreat, not to lose myself in provocation, not to sink in despair, not to fall apart, not to succumb to helplessness and hopelessness. So if you see me walking and talking to myself on Dexter Park, know two things, I’m working through something hard, and you are welcome to walk next to me.



Darcie: What stayed with me from your statement was a personal detail about the pink bedsheet, how it is like other bedsheets from your childhood, and how this particular one has traces of dirt and creases from you sleeping on it… None of this would be known to a casual viewer encountering the piece, and I think that’s so cool– that the piece has layers of intimacy to be uncovered. Are there other artists or makers who inspire you in this way? That is, other artists who make work that contains meaning/meaningful materials whose meaning cannot be known or discerned simply by looking?


Malda: Indirectly, I was thinking about the works of David Hammons (Body Prints), Tracey Emin (My Bed), Dala Nasser, Eva Hesse.. and others. 




Darcie: Outside of the art world, who do you most want to view this installation– can you describe in detail this ideal viewer, and what you hope they might see in or experience from your work?


Malda: Hopefully anyone walking by can take something from it. I don’t think this work is necessarily visually complex, or requires a lot of abstract thinking. Maybe the ideal viewer is someone who has traversed into the vastness of their inner selves, and who has made a connection with its layered parts. Someone who has slowed down to notice the texture and form of things, not only tangible but the intangible too.


I imagine it like the moment where a glitch occurs in our brains, when light and speed interfere with seeing and our brains capture this other image that is not really in the ‘here.’ Similar to being on acid, where the trees become outlined with saturated colors. Like looking at familiar things within unfamiliar spaces, or unfamiliar things in familiar spaces. Like a layering and amalgamation of memories, personal associations, emotions where there’s a sudden shift in the temporal landscape.






Malda Smadi (b. Damascus, Syria) is a multidisciplinary artist based in Providence, RI. She holds an MFA in Painting from Rhode Island School of Design and is an alumna of the Salama Foundation Emerging Artist Fellowship. Smadi has exhibited in group exhibitions across the US and the UAE, including her curatorial debut at PS122 Gallery (NYC), Fathom Gallery (Washington, DC), Sotheby's (Dubai), and Warehouse421 (Abu Dhabi), among others.








Darcie Dennigan is the author of five books, including the dark, recursive, and, to some, unreadable novel Little Neck.

Thursday, April 30, 2026

All the MAYDAY news that fit to squint