Raque Ford: A little space for you right under my shoe
Aug 27, 2024–Mar 24, 2025
Presented on the building facade on Gansevoort Street across from the Whitney and the High Line is a newly commissioned work by multimedia artist Raque Ford (b. 1986, Columbia, MD; lives and works in Brooklyn, New York).
In Ford’s billboard project, the words “A little space for you / right under my shoe” waver across a collage of shoe prints and other graphic shapes. Excerpted from an original poem by the artist, the text invokes the conflicted feelings that can come with romantic longing and desire for connection with others, when holding someone close can teeter on crushing them. Ford plays with the scale and site-specificity of the billboard, as the imposing image of stomping shoes hovers over the pedestrian viewer below. True to much of Ford’s work, there is an edged sweetness here; something that may seem “cute” on the surface is belied by an apprehensiveness and ambivalence that registers on multiple levels.
Ford’s practice uses layers of text, image and media, often incorporating commercial materials like mylar, acrylic and steel. Working within the traditions of pop art and minimalism, she remixes contemporary symbols—here, diaristic writing, pop-punk aesthetics, clip art, and abstraction—to explore how private subjectivity is shaped by social codes and as a means to unsettle popular culture's insistent terms of address.
This project is organized by Roxanne Smith, Senior Curatorial Assistant at the Whitney Museum of American Art.
This work is part of a series of public art installations organized by the Whitney in partnership with TF Cornerstone and High Line Art.
Raque Ford: A little space for you right under my shoe is part of Outside the Box programming, which is supported by a generous endowment from the Jacques and Natasha Gelman Foundation.
A poem by Raque Ford
Black Face White Mask Martini
What’s the new level of cute you are reaching for?
I don’t know, but she holds her face like someone that doesn’t know her face
You know when you are standing
and your sole is on the floor
and your heel is digging into the ground
and that little space between them
Right there
that’s where I make a little space for you
Right under my shoe
Sometimes I will get down on my knees to see if you are still there
as if I’m praying
Praying for you to give me my sin again
Then I wake up to the realization that, Fuck! I don’t want to be a pretty girl. And I know I’m preaching to the choir, but I choose you for a reason.
Because YOU would listen
I’m sitting at a bar
black face, white mask, and a martini.
Pouncy and petulant.
I used to think a lot about performing,
performing my identity,
but now I’m so tired I can’t.
I haven’t thought about it in a while.
Does that make me myself?
Do you think when you voice something you want that it will happen, or that saying it out loud will jinx it and it will never happen?
That you’ve ruined it by letting it out into the atmosphere.
Or worse, you will get exactly what you want, but you don't want it really or it arrives slightly wrong.
Like they didn’t hear you right because you said it so softly.
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