RE/DE/RE-Construction: A Solo Performance Exhibition Series
The Performance series will take place at Nine Dot Gallery on the last Friday of every month.
Trousseau II, 2016
Thomas Young Gallery, Boston, MA
Photo credit: Tommy Vo
While I Breathe, I Hope, 2015
Kledia Spiro and Ryan C. McMahon, Piano Craft Gallery, Boston, MA
This work is about occupying spaces of uncertainty and finding grace in both the weight and the weightlessness of being in such a state. It's about the obstacles we create for ourselves; and the processes in which we fail, succeed, and coast through life and the discovery of humor within this process. It can be as absurd as trying to lift, breathe, dive, repeat, lift, breathe, dive, repeat…"Dum spiro spero means "While I breathe, I hope" in Latin and is a modern paraphrase of ideas that survive in two ancient writers, Theocritus and Cicero. It is a motto of various places, families, and organizations."
Lifting the Sweetness, 2015
Kledia Spiro, Grace Exhibition Space and Gallery, NY, NY
"In a feat of ritualistic calisthenics that investigated survival and female empowerment, Kledia Spiro convinced us that there is a very clear, totemic connection between weightlifting melons, folk dance, and Freudian and Piagetian behavioral concepts." - Hyperallergic Magazine
Text by Grace-Yvette Gemmell
Illustrations by Erica Cassill
The Sphinx Returns at Grace Exhibition Space & Gallery in New York City was a 4-month performance series curated by Whitney V. Hunter. "The Sphinx Returns is a curated series of performance art and contemporary performance which looks at the artist as the myth maker and performance art as the mythology of our time setting the course for a history of the future." - Whitney V. Hunter
Photo credit: © 2015 Miao Jiaxin
The Ground as People, 2015
Great American Performance Art Festival, Rosekill Farm, Rosendale, NY
Below is a written description by the artist:
Two barbells were made for this performance and installation. One barbell was a tree trunk that carried buckets on each side. The buckets were reminiscent and symbolic of lifting heavy containers of clean drinking water for long distances in countries that no longer have the luxury of providing their citizens with enough water. As a child in Albania, I remember carrying huge bottles of water, up four flights of stairs so we could have enough for the week. Yet, instead of water, the buckets carried rocks. They carried, and I carried the weight of the land. I could not measure the weight of the rocks. I was carrying an unknown weight, a weight that can only be lifted on the ground.
Ian Deleón's performance ended and intertwined with mine. He pulled an empty boat through the meadows by his neck. He had nothing on his back but a rope that dragged the boat. He waited in the water with the boat until I was no longer physically able to lift the "barbell" and the rocks/land it carried.
I jumped in the water. Another woman, Ivy Castellanos, got in the empty boat. Ian and I, pulled and swam the boat out in the middle of the lake. There was a floating platform in the water, waiting there with a different barbell. This barbell was made of a metal beam and tractor tires. I got on the platform, as did Ivy Castellanos. I tried to lift the weight over my head, time and time again. I could not do it.
When I was lifting on land, I realized the ground had given me an unexpected power and resistance. The water, on the other hand, did not give any strength back. Not only did I have to balance on top of the platform on water, but I had to push off of the water. I kept hearing everyone's encouragement from the shore. They were waiting there with canteens and torches, for me to complete an impossible task. It was as if they were part of a ceremony. Yet, they were giving me a vigil, for the land I had left behind.
From the platform, the people looked like a bed of unweathered fireflies. The barbell and it's bumper plates became a reference to floating devices for survival. The two surviving bodies on the platform, in the middle of the water, at night, could only survive with the other persons presence. The strength and resistance once provided by the ground was now provided from the people.
There was an unexpected failure from the inability to be "grounded". The success or failure of lifting the weight overhead was dependent on another person. It reminded me of the refugees I had witnessed leaving Albania in a little boat at night and waiting in the middle of the ocean until another boat got to them. The piece became about struggle, survival and interdependence. Sometimes, the only way to overcome and conquer the Sisyphean struggle is with someone else.
The barbell was finally able to be lifted overhead when Ivy and I lifted the barbell together, both struggling, both surviving and both overcoming. Once what seemed like an impossible task was conquered, the boat was left empty, in the middle of the water, the barbell with tractor tires remained on the unbalanced, ever-moving platform and Ivy, Ian and I swam back to shore in the darkness. The next day, during daylight, people swam out to the platform to try and lift the barbell. The floating barbell had became a functional installation. People were its activation, as long as they tried and failed with one another.
Trousseau, 2015 Boston Center for the Arts, Cyclorama, Boston, MA
Trousseau is a two channel video installation part of a four channel large-scale sculpture installation titled "THE WEIGHT" featured at the Boston Center for the Arts, Cyclorama.
The artist has personally welded a steel barbell with specific seats for each parent. The seats are configured as throne-like puzzle pieces that can fit together side by side or on top of each other when taken off the barbell.
Her work alludes to Albert Camus "Myth of Sisyphus" where one's fulfillment comes from the process of struggling and failing.
In 2016, Trousseau was featured in the exhibition "From Me to You" at the ProArts Gallery in Oakland, CA.
Burn the Bachelorette's Red Scarf, 2014 Boston Center for the Arts, Cyclorama
Burn the Red Bachelorette's Scarf is a multichannel video series. Spiro explores the connection between weightlifting and folk dance as a new celebratory ritual for understanding the relationship between the artist and her parents, as well as the present and the past. By experimenting with indeterminate methods, Spiro wants the viewer to access the otherwise inaccessible domestic spaces. Her works are characterized by the use of everyday objects in which recognition plays an important role. By taking daily life as subject matter while commenting on the everyday aesthetic of societal values, she absorbs the tradition of remembrance art into daily practice. She examines the common language of sports, dance, and performance and what it means to perform inside and outside a space. What is left when the performer is gone?
© 2014 Kledia Spiro
Training to Lift My Parents, 2015
Mission Hill Gallery, Boston, MA
At the age of six, Spiro was one the subject's of her father's dissertation titled “The Child through Psychological Views of Freud and Piaget”. She decided she would re-write her father's dissertation through video and make him and her mother the subjects. The elements in which Spiro would study them would be through lifting objects. Weightlifting is only a means to understanding what the gesture of lifting an object in the air, above one's head means.
Training to Lift My Parents is a video-performance where the artist has personally welded a steel barbell with specific seats for each parent. The seats are configured as throne-like puzzle pieces that can fit together side by side or on top of each other when taken off the barbell.
Weightlifting became a metaphor for something much bigger than success or empowerment, overcoming struggle or immigration or war or any personal struggle. It was about showing that everyone has something to lift in their lives. For Spiro, it is her parents. They are the “mythical giants” of her world, the ones that sacrificed their whole life to create a new one for her and her sister. Spiro is always carrying that weight and wants to one day be able to “lift them up”and live up to their legacy. She may never be able to because of everything her parents carry and hold inside them, but she will always try. That is her life goal.
Photo credit: Ryan McMahon
My Mom!, 2014
My Mom! was a video-performance series I did with my mom at the Green Hill Memorial Park.
Mom and Dad (Mami dhe Babi), 2014
Mom and Dad is a three channel video installation and on going series with my parents. I set up an obstacle course for my mom, dad and sister with various house and school materials. I then proceeded to teach them each how to learn the olympic lifts. The video-performance became a kind of ritual and way for me to introduce and share my love of weightlifting through their love of Albanian dance.
Babi, My Mythical Giant, 2014
Great American Performance Art Festival, Grace Exhibition Space, NY, NY
Ripped and Shredded, 2015
Mission Hill Gallery, Boston, MA
Everlasting is a performance series about my childhood memories in Albania and the civil war of 1997. Memories are often closely contained, yet reconfigured every time they are told. This series focuses on my memories with my Grandfather and my experience of war at a young age.
Weightless Saturation, 2014
Piano Craft Guild, Boston, MA
Photos by Justin Tuerk
Experimental Structures in Performance was an event derived from many weeks of playing around with various strategies and structures of performing-while performing. Based primarily on actions, I developed my own systems, structures and maps for my work. Each map was laid over each successive map to construct a whole. The performances, though constructed individually, overlapped, collaborated and connected as the performance developed throughout the evening. Each artist was working with their own duration, from 16 continuous hours to 5 min. segments linked together over 2 hours.
Body Worlds: Weightless Saturation Series, 2014
The body painting and photos were completed by artist Rae Rice.
LG Supports the Arts, Art of the Pixel, NY, NY
Refraction Show, Mission Hill Gallery, Boston, MA
By questioning where one is and the concept of movement, Spiro investigates the gesture of lifting objects overhead and it's effects. She uses weight lifting as a symbol of her family's immigration struggle.
Self Portrait, 2014
Self Portrait, was a performance at the Bathaus, Boston, MA. It is part of the "Wherever You Go, There You Are" series.
Below is an artist statement by the artist regarding the curated performance event:
Healthy? Strong? Feminine? Elegant? Graceful? Beautiful? What do all these things mean? Can I be strong and feminine? As a teenager and young adult, I constantly examined my identity.
Now, as an athlete in an Olympic Weightlifting team, I find myself asking what it means to be a woman, an artist, an athlete. Can I be all three at once? Can I exist and succeed in two male dominated cultures: weightlifting and art-making, while retaining my “femininity”? These are questions that consume me.
Every time I step on the platform, I find a new strength, a new me. There is no more thinking. I just have to be present. Right here, this moment. Be mindful of every position. Hours of training cumulate to 1.2 seconds. That is the time it takes to get the weight from the floor to the air. Weightlifting is my mediation. It is where I find peace. It is my sanctuary. Yet, weightlifting is also a battleground. I am battling my body and my mind. The negative voices that say: why can’t you do it? Why are you so weak? Then, I stop and I say to myself, let’s go! You can do this! Easy weight! While I’m in a male-dominated sport, I feel the most feminine and beautiful performing in this sport. The weightlifting gives me the power, the self confidence to continue, to push through. Yet, it is this physical strength that turns into mental strength. The mental strength is what makes me who I am.
In my performances I explore the meaning of strength, meditation, beauty and femininity through physical training. The platform which I stand on and the objects which I lift with become precious objects to me as they are helping me live a better life. They challenge me every time I hold them and force me to be mindful and face obstacles, until I overcome them. “All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment vital and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.” Martha Graham
Wherever You Go, There You Are, 2014
A metal bar and bumper plates. They need each other. They are codependent. They travel together. They communicate with all the other weights. They are part of a network. They create a language of their own. I want to magnify their world, their subtleties, and their language.
The barbell and different colored bumper plates are constantly changing. One fraction of a second they face one way then they completely rotate the other way. They resist gravity with the help of my body, yet they seem to float in space as they are first dropped from above my head.
The Trilogy: the Female, the Artist and the Athlete, 2013