Slovenian artist Meta Grgurevič studies and constructs kinetic systems that create movement, light effects, and illusions.
Common Dreams: FLOTATION
Common Dreams “Flotation school” is a temporary autonomous space, with no territorial borders.
The State of the Union:
A Photonovella of
American Politics
Part III
One thought repeated itself: What is happening to my country?
Over The Years, The After: My Friendship With Alexis de Chaunac
My friend is a distinct, timeless figure; both a gothic character and stately globetrotter.
The State of the Union:
A Photonovella of
American Politics
Part II
Jane Marchant is a writer, photographer, and collage artist from Berkeley, California. Her work has been featured in “The Beiging of America: Personal Narratives about...
The State of the Union:
A Photonovella of
American Politics
Part I
Jane Marchant is a writer, photographer, and collage artist from Berkeley, California. Her work has been featured in “The Beiging of America: Personal Narratives about...
The Trail To Marfa by Scott Laudati
1. There’s a town down deep in Texas that calls like a Grail to the faithful looking for a fresh dimension. A hack into the...
My Visit To The Mark Rothko Chapel, Summer 2016
Mark Rothko committed suicide at his apartment in New York, one year before the Rothko Chapel was completed in 1970. His health was declining, complications...
Hannah Gadsby’s ‘Nanette’ Isn’t Messing Around
Hannah Gadsby will absolutely make you laugh, but she will also make you rethink everything you know about comedy and storytelling.
Thoughts On Hard Edges
by Taylor Fisch
Hard Edges: Lorser Feitelson, Elise Ferguson, Alois Kronschlaeger (1 March – 14 April 2018) Hard Edges is a two-person show (arguably three) of new...
Groovy Times: The Life and Art of Jason Alexander Byers
The first time I visit Jason Byers’ Bushwick studio, the walls are covered floor-to-ceiling with black and white paintings of churches, all soon to be...
In Frankness and Wonder: The Years I’ve Known Scott
I met Scott Laudati at a luckless hotel in the meatpacking district where I had just started working. One night a fedora’d fuck approached the...