Fantasies of Value: Sara Cwynar
Like most disasters, it’s said the day was cloudless. It’s June 11, 1955, at 6:25 p.m. at the 24 Hours…
Like most disasters, it’s said the day was cloudless. It’s June 11, 1955, at 6:25 p.m. at the 24 Hours…
I should start out by stating that I have never been to Bruce Graham’s house. I hadn’t heard of it…
Deep down, bodies are messy. Really messy. Filthy, sweaty, and grimy. All the soaps, creams, pastes, and perfumes can scrub…
Jack O’Brien is a master of the tease. Though culturally laden with sexual connotations, its potency is driven less by…
Early on a recent spring morning, I tucked my trouser legs into my socks, hopped on my bicycle, and started…
“I alone (well, probably not) know the great secret of this existence, and I’ll have to live out the rest…
Sylvie Hayes-Wallace makes work by way of accumulation: out of the “ephemera” of living, out of emotional pain, selves and…
I unfolded the letter and read the contents. The letter is a xeroxed copy. The first line of the letter…
Engineering school in Mexico, tailoring school in Florence, an apprenticeship with fashion designer Bernhard Willhelm in California, followed by the…
“Everything is fiction,” Brook Hsu has said, “but fiction is also one of the most powerful things for us to…
A profile of Lutz Bacher requires reimagining what a profile is, which is just fine because her art asks similar…
“Either this is madness, or it is hell.” “It is neither,” calmly replied the voice of the Sphere, “it is…
Sung Tieu has a studio in a leafy courtyard in Berlin’s Wedding district, where an assistant is busy scrubbing old…
I get a call from Judy Chicago’s studio manager while I’m washing the dishes in my flat. She asks if…
In The Right Way (1987), one in a series of films co-directed by Peter Fischli and David Weiss, a rat…
Fittingly, the first time I “met” Paride Maria Calvia was when I worked in Donlon Books in London. From the…