Especially when I paint, it is almost like a dialogue between me and formless me, within the ancient ocean where the memory is accumulated since we were animals.
The St.Claire and the Artblog are ecstatic to announce the winners of the New Art Writing Challenge.
For everyone who chose to wear – or not to wear – green today, a reminder of those who have no choice.
The weather is discouraging and the holidays can take a toil but what really puts me in the dark and gloomies are the lists.
The father is a static recording of “Station to Station” by David Bowie, playing in an abandoned city square in winter. The mother is a worn copy of The Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology. The children look like canopic jars, are hard of hearing, and smell like the forest floor.
At that time the children – two boys – join the wrestling team where they eventually begin injecting steroid hormones to match society’s expectations of masculinity, while combatting their own thoughts and desires to grow out their hair, attend art school and watch porn in a dark basement with their friends.
Instead, here are a few ways to put your holiday shopping to good use.
An interview with Frank Lumpkin, a retired steel-worker from Chicago, from 1992. A segment of Studs Terkel’s “Race: How Blacks and Whites think and Feel About the American Obsession” (1992, New Press, New York, NY)
You should message this exhibition if…you don’t mind getting intimate with strangers.
Is the pursuit of love through emotionally detached sex so different from the immune witch playing a self-harming game because she knows she’ll no longer melt?