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Theresa Anderson (b. 1967, St. Paul, MN) lives and works in Denver, CO. Developing interdisciplinary work through performance art, sculpture, drawing and painting she explores concepts dealing with conflict, and/ or, oppositional categories, and recitations on agency and inadequacy. She is alum of artist residencies at Redline Denver, PlatteForum, and Vermont Studio Center where she received fellowship funding for her sculpture. Anderson has received multiple commissions and stipends through organizations such as the Biennial of the Americas, Black Cube Nomadic Museum with the curator Cortney Lane Stell, as well as the Boulder Museum of Contemporary Art and the presentation of a master artist demonstration on drawing at the Denver Art Museum. Recent solo and notable exhibitions include everything squiggles at 808 Projects, curated by Mardee Goff, every length of a drawing at Yeah Maybe, Minneapolis curated by Nicole Soukup, Performativity at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions, curated by Michol Hebron, Thief Among Thieves at Museum of Contemporary Art, curated by Adam Lerner and Nora Abrams and some kind of cuddle at Gray Contemporary, Houston, where she is represented.


My interdisciplinary work centers around concepts dealing with conflict, and/or, oppositional categories, and recitations on agency and inadequacy. This most often results in sculptures, installations, drawings and performance artworks that utilize cuddling, covering, softening, reconditioning of site or self.

The process of making is an accumulation, appropriation and infiltration of the daily grind. Images and forms occur as if reams of information gathered from social media, random magazines found in waiting rooms, focused research and reading (whether it’s Felix Guattari’s Soft Subversions, Sianne Ngai’s Ugly Feelings, or Arielle Greenberg’s Gurlesque[i]) could become thing-like.

[i] Some Notes on the Origin of the (Term) Gurlesque

“The Gurlesque was born of black organza witch costumes and the silver worn-out sequins mashed between scratchy pink tutu netting and velvet unicorn paintings and arena rock ballads and rainbow iron-on glitter decals and self-mutilation and anorexia and bulimia and fighting back and Renaissance Fairies and teen sex and zines and cutting and Sassy and joy and ecstasy and abortion and the Pill and road kill and punk shows and panties and incest and ice cream and rape and we mean this very seriously. No means no, asshole. And yes means yes. And girl means girl except when it doesn’t, which is sometimes.” –Arielle Greenberg