Exhibition
Prisoner of Love
Love Is The Message, The Message Is Death, by acclaimed artist and filmmaker Arthur Jafa, is a multilayered seven-minute montage about the experience of living in the United States. The video tells a story of trauma and transcendence in a flurry of footage—from historic speeches by Martin Luther King Jr. and Barack Obama, to clips of cultural icons Beyoncé and Notorious B.I.G., to flashes of concerts, home movies, news footage, music videos, and sports matches—all set to a soaring gospel-inspired anthem.
Centered around this filmic journey, the exhibition features a rotating body of work from the MCA’s collection inspired by the titular themes in Bruce Nauman’s iconic neon Life, Death, Love, Hate, Pleasure, Pain. The work’s title establishes the themes of three rotating groups of artwork in the exhibition’s final gallery: life and death, love and hate, and pleasure and pain. Powerful, moving works by artists such as Deana Lawson, Glenn Ligon, Kerry James Marshall, Robert Mapplethorpe, and Carrie Mae Weems alternate throughout the run of the show.
The exhibition is curated by Naomi Beckwith, Manilow Senior Curator. It is presented in the Sylvia Neil and Daniel Fischel Galleries on the museum’s second floor.
Featured Artists
**On view during Love and Hate, on view from May 4–July 28
***On view during Pleasure and Pain, August 3–October 20
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Events
Talk: Prisoner of Love, Naomi Beckwith, Terri Francis, and Kara Keeling
Mar 30, 2019
3 pm–3 pm
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Transcripts
Find available transcripts for video works featured in the exhibition.
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And she says, “Call 911, my name is Amanda Berry.” I knew something was wrong when a little pretty white girl ran into a black man’s arms. Something is wrong here. Dead giveaway, dead giveaway.
I’m tryna keep my faith
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everythingMmmm, I’m tryna keep my faith
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Amazing—
Deliver us loving
—GraceYou know we need it
The description doesn’t fit
It’s not a synonym of minutes
Then forget it and turnThat’s why we need you now, oh I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everythingEverything (Thing, thing, thing)
The mundane Afro preachers recognize that you’re not aliens
I’m trying to keep my faith
Mommy!
Joaquin, stop, stop, stop.
Mommy! Wake up!
Stop.
But I’m looking for more
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need it
Lord knows we need it
You know we need it
You know we need itThat’s why we need you now, oh, I
Teach me how to dougie
Aye
They be like smooth
What?
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
Cause all the girls love meShe said, “Somethin’ ain’t right.” I said, “Ahh, man.” She said, “Aww, man, the building is on fire.”
I got my kids and we bouncin’.
This is a God dream
This is a God dreamI been dreamin’, I been dreamin’
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything (Thing, thing, thing)I’m tryna keep my faith.
That’s it, don’t run away, walk backwards, keep your hands up in the air. Keep going.
Come on back, come on back, keep walkin’ backwards.
I’m just why?
Keep walking backwards. Put your hands behind your head. Right here. Come on back.
What is wrong?!
We don’t have a gun.
Get in the car.
My kids.
How old are they?
How old are they?
They’re six and eight. What is going on? Oh my God, you’re gonna terrify my children.
But I’m lookin’ for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war.And now, Mr. Wallace.
This is me, the B.I.G.
Competition never ever same storyI’m tryna keep my faith
So why send depression not blessings?
Why, oh why’d you do me wrong?
More
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strongSo what would America be like if we loved black people as much as we loved black culture?
To save
Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
Lord
To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high.I want my mom!
I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the lightWhen they come for you, I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
They don’t know, they don’t
They don’t know, they don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til they drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but, damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia
You can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics and spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance 3
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to God, yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the introUh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at Lil Chano from 79We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everythingYes, God
Hallelujah
Everything (Thing, thing, thing)
I’m tryna keep my faith
Faith
Yes, Jesus
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy warI’m tryna keep my faith
That’s what the police do to you
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough. This prayer’s for—
Put your hands up against the wall
—everybody that feels like they’re too messed up. For everyone that feels they’ve said “I’m sorry” too many times. You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again. That’s why I need . . .
Faith
In the war we was looking for
More
God, please keep my little brother
Safe
Don’t stand here, we fighting this
War
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Funding
Lead support for Prisoner of Love is provided by The Pritzker Traubert Collection Exhibition Fund.
Major support is provided by Cari and Michael J. Sacks.
Generous support is provided by Anne L. Kaplan, Lloyd A. Fry Foundation, Cheryl Mayberry McKissack and Eric McKissack, and Douglas and Yumi Ross.


















