Installation view of Spotlight: Jesse Mockrin at The FLAG Art Foundation, 2025. Photography by Steven Probert

Spotlight: Jesse Mockrin

APRIL 9-MAY 17, 2025

The Spotlight series includes a new or never-before-exhibited artwork paired with a commissioned piece of writing, creating focused and thoughtful conversations between the visual arts and authors, critics, poets, scholars, and beyond. In this iteration, the Spotlight features Jesse Mockrin’s A story told this many times becomes the forest, 2025. The title of the work comes from the poem Daphne pursued by Apollo by Sophia Stid (2020). A text by author Carmen Maria Machado accompanies the presentation.

It Seemed to Him
By Carmen Maria Machado

I.                Fires too subtle for my thought.

Here she is, as she always is, Daphne—daughter, virgin, first beloved—stumbling into the path of Phoebus. Phoebus, proud, Phoebus, great. Phoebus, who wronged Cupid (vengeful Cupid, undaunted Cupid, impish Cupid). Cupid, with two arrows:

dull, lead, repelling love                                                                                                                                     sharp, gold, exciting love

 It could have been otherwise. It could have been daughter and virgin and first beloved incandescent with want. Daphne as we see her, spreading for heaven. Leaping from peak to peak for a taste of what thrilled her—the pierce of radiance. The touch of the god of poetry of dance the touch of the god of glorious light.

 But no. Lead to Daphne, lovely. Gold to the god of contempt.

II.               The joys of chase.

Daphne did not need a reason but Cupid gave her one. She longs to stay a virgin (one who denies the joys of love). She begs her father to allow her modesty. Dearest father, she says, let me live. (So much to do, so much to do. A list as long as a tree is tall, and it grows by the hour.) Like so many daughters, she would rather live than love. Like so many fathers, he promises what he cannot give. Because her beauty prevails against her will. (What do we call it, what do we call it?)

And as the stubble of the field flares (tsk tsk, it happens) and the stacked wheat is consumed by flames (every day, it seems), so the bosom of Phoebus is consumed. (He is consumed but he still has notes. Her hair would be perfect if properly arranged.) (He didn’t need the arrow but it’s how the story will go.)

The god of light calls to the living virgin Daphne. He tells her to calm down. Yes, the lamb leaps from the raging wolf. Sure, from the lion runs the timid faun. Of course, the prey flees from their natural enemy.

But not now. Not this time. Daphne, beloved, why do you run?

III.             She seemed most lovely.

Her flight made her beautiful. Zephyrs stirred her garments. The wind caressed her hair. He is greyhound. He is mad with love. He rushes. She flees. He gains. He follows and permits her no rest. Spent, she cries out to her father (useless) and her mother (better). She offers up her body and her beauty. No prison worse than his desire. Anything to be free. (Fathers have a way of misunderstanding what mothers do not.)

We are close to her now. (She lets us wants us to see to know.) Bark crawls down her arms her torso her thighs like gauntlets like armor like silk. (She suffers in triplicate.) Branches sprout from her fingers. (She twists and writhes and spirals.) She sees him, she sees him. She looks at us. Her hair becomes as leaves.

 (So literal, father. So correct and yet so perfectly utterly wrong.)

Rooted, she takes her first and final breath.

IV.             It seemed to him.

Any man can love a tree. (She is still slender has knots and clefts and lost her imperious mouth.) His hand lingers on her trunkchest. (How many times in her life? Too many to number.) He clings to her brancharms like twine. (Every day, at least.) Her bosombark throbs. (With what depends on the teller.) He puts his mouth to the wood of her. (Does she shrink from every kiss, or is it the breeze that stirs her?)

Phoebus always did love a monologue. He always adored having the last word.

Treebride. Nymphet of the forest. Chosenmine. You can no longer speak so I will speak for you. You cannot give me your body and so I will take it. In honor of your honor I will strip your leaves and wear them on my brow. I will wreathe you around my quiver and my lyre. And as I will remain everyoung, your leaves will never leave and will belong to men if there are men.

See? She’s nodding.       

as a girl she had imagined the fullness of love she had spoken endless unbroken verse into the gloaming or twilight or dusk she had stripped herself and wore herself and beheld herself she loved her hair the color of wheat or soil or blood or pitch she had been so good with a bow she would sing to the birds, to the water, to her mother    she was her own and only

it is, of course, only the wind

About:

Jesse Mockrin (b. 1981, Silver Spring, MD) is an artist living and working in Philadelphia, PA. Mockrin earned her BA from Barnard College, Columbia University, New York, NY, in 2003 and her MFA from the University of California at San Diego, San Diego, CA, in 2011. Recent solo exhibitions include The Venus Effect, James Cohan Gallery, New York, NY (2023); Succession, curated by Viahsta Yuan, Center of International Contemporary Art, Vancouver, Canada (2023); Reliquary, Night Gallery, Los Angeles, CA (2022); The marks of a stranger, Nathalie Karg Gallery, New York, NY (2019); Syrinx, Night Gallery, Los Angeles, CA (2018); among others. Mockrin has been included in numerous group exhibitions, including Behind the Bedroom Door, James Cohan, New York, NY (2025); Inside/Outside, Santa Barbara Museum of Art, Santa Barbara, CA (2023); Film Noir, curated by Thelma Golden and Anne Pasternak, The Bunker, West Palm Beach, FL (2022); Beyond the Looking Glass, UTA Artist Space, Los Angeles, CA (2021); European Collections: Special Presentation, Dallas Museum of Art, Dallas, TX (2019); among others. Mockrin’s work is included in numerous public collections, including the Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto, Canada; Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, IL; Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles, CA; Rubell Collection, Miami, FL; and Xiao Museum, Rizhao, China.

Carmen Maria Machado (b. 1986, Allentown, PA) is the author of the bestselling memoir In the Dream House (2019), the graphic novel The Low, Low Woods (2020), and the award-winning short story collection Her Body and Other Parties (2017). She has been a finalist for the National Book Award and the winner of the Bard Fiction Prize, the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Fiction, the Lambda Literary Award for LGBTQ Nonfiction, the Brooklyn Public Library Literature Prize, the Shirley Jackson Award, and the National Book Critics Circle's John Leonard Prize. Machado’s essays, fiction, poetry, and criticism have appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Times, Granta, Vogue, This American Life, Harper’s Bazaar, Tin House, McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, The Believer, Guernica, Best American Science Fiction & Fantasy, Best American Nonrequired Reading, and elsewhere. She has been awarded fellowships and residencies from the Guggenheim Foundation, The Pew Center for Arts & Heritage, Yaddo, Hedgebrook, and the Millay Colony for the Arts. She is currently a Visiting Associate Professor at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop.

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