TRANSFER STATION AT ALYSSA DAVIS GALLERY ORGANIZED BY OCTAGON (MOIRA SIMS)

You find yourself standing atop a vast and unnaturally grassy mound of earth. The Statue of Liberty and Manhattan’s Financial District loom in the distance. You sit down and rest your hand on the ground, only to discover that the soil beneath the fresh sod has stained your skin a rusty orange. Your location is Freshkills Park, a 2,200-acre veneer constructed over the impermeable cap (impermeable, they say) of the Fresh Kills Landfill on the west side of Staten Island. You talk to a park employee about the strange orange soil, you haven’t seen this kind of dirt in New York City before. They explain that the soil was a special order, but that someone accidentally requested the iron-rich blend. Soil and sod were shaped into four gargantuan mounds to cover up 150 million tons of household waste and toxic debris excavated from the Twin Towers’ Ground Zero, a landfill once described as “our generation’s A-Bomb”. Across the river channel, artificially planted trees encircle One Chase Manhattan Plaza; the Financial District comprises a series of gleaming plazas concealing potter’s fields underneath.

You take the ferry to Manhattan in time for a tour of the Federal Reserve bank downtown. You think about Jerome Powell and his influence over fluctuating post-pandemic federal interest rates. Distracted, you almost miss the guide announcing that 20 feet beyond the subterranean vaults is the 2 Train barreling past. Commuters pass oblivious to their proximity to millions of dollars of gold bullion. You watch as foreign governments' debts to one another are made tangible, as the Federal Reserve staff carts gold bars from vault to vault. You begin to question what else may lie buried within the bedrock of your perceived reality. You think about liquid trash runoff possibly leaking through the soil of Freshkills Park into the East River and beyond. You think about the leakage of Industrial Capitalism, and how it has perpetuated the accumulating layers of filth and economic strife running rampant throughout the city. What else rumbles and oozes below?

Transfer stations are waste management sites intended to be temporary, which only became part of the municipal trash lifecycle after the Fresh Kills Landfill closed. You begin to notice the stations mutating and multiplying around you. In New York City, they present as innocuous and privately-owned warehouses sealed with roll gates. Household trash sometimes goes to transfer stations before heading to a more permanent landfill, an intentionally obscured process that exacerbates systemic pollution in low-income neighborhoods. To similar hostile effect, an industrial coating product called NeverWet™ has become popular in urban areas. It makes surfaces hydrophobic, repelling liquids aggressively, with the intent of warding off public urination. Exteriors of glimmering new housing developments can be coated with NeverWet™ so that if a person urinates onto the side of a building, the wall pisses back onto them. Pollution and its symptoms continue to be weaponized against the city’s unhoused and working class, and the trash wars rage on. The city itself is becoming increasingly antagonistic to its inhabitants.


You begin to feel a pull towards this ceaseless problem of waste, yet you find yourself at a loss. You start collecting interesting scraps of refuse in your free time. A facetious solution forms in your mind: how could we put our collective shit to work? Once repurposed, perhaps waste could be the answer to a more just society, or in the very least, it could hold up a mirror to the absurdities of capitalism. You once read about human urine being utilized to tan leather in the Middle Ages. What if our city sewers could be repurpsed into a functional leather tannery, and we could all benefit from the profits? You start drafting plans. These questions simultaneously entertain and haunt you, and you feel a bizarre and growing compulsion to buy a shovel and start digging.



PERFECT CIRCLES ORGANIZED FROM THE TOP, graphite, colored pencil, and watercolor on paper



SCALE MODEL FIGURE #2, carved and burnt found wood, hide glue, found plastic bottle, and sand




SPOTTED CAKE TOPPER, toy stroller, bee, rawhide, electric candle, and tape



HIDE PILE, urine-tanned sheepskin, and dollhouse furniture





HEAT ISLAND, urine-tanned cod leather, artificial sinew, saprophytic fungi, penicillium mold, aloe fibers, charcoal, watercolor, Apoxie Sculpt, found objects, thread, grade stake, and aluminum foil



THEY SPOKE OF THIS FRUIT WITH GRIMACES OF DISGUST, graphite, colored pencil, and watercolor on paper

An imagined sewer system where urine is collected and utilized in the processing of animal hides. The title of this drawing is lifted from the first chapter of Émile Zola’s ‘The Fortune of the Rougons’ (1871): ‘... the old abandoned cemetery had been gradually purified by the dark thick-set vegetation which had sprouted over it every spring. The rich soil, in which the gravediggers could no longer delve without turning up some human remains, was possessed of wondrous fertility ... Among the curiosities of the place at that time were some large pear-trees, with twisted and knotty boughs; but none of the housewives of Plassans cared to pluck the large fruit which grew upon them. Indeed, the townspeople spoke of this fruit with grimaces of disgust.’



INTO THE WIND, graphite, colored pencil, and watercolor on paper



CITY FULL OF STICKS, graphite and colored pencil on paper



CITY FULL OF STICKS (Sculpture), brick, found object, and plastic sequin





CITY FULL OF SOIL (One Chase Manhattan Plaza), hide glue, sand, phragmites, saprophytic fungi, penicillium mold, dried rawhide, hand-dug clay, new urban soil, broken diorama, wood from Noah’s Ark toy, pine rosin, and artificial caviar

Each brick is made of topsoil and sand from Freshkills Park (the materials that mask the landfill itself), bound together with a collagen-based adhesive (hide glue). Friedman-Pappas constructed a scale model of One Chase Manhattan Plaza, incorporating a translucent dome made of hide glue bubbles as its skylight.





SCALE MODEL FIGURE #1, dog bone, found plastic toy, hide glue, sand, and praying mantises



UNTITLED, graphite, pomegranate juice, and watercolor on paper









PITCH COATING, cast iron, pine rosin, watercolor, NeverWet™, and WD40



BIG FISH EAT LITTLE FISH (After Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s engraving of the same name, 1557), graphite, colored pencil, and watercolor on paper


Victoria Campbell, “The Surplus in Being: On Sophie Friedman-Pappas’ post-consumer practice & the xenocology of her Transfer Station solo show at Alyssa Davis,” AQNB, 2021.
Rudy Natazon, “Sophie Friedman-Pappas: Transfer Station,” The Brooklyn Rail, 2021.

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