SCAD Museum: Disrupting the White Cube
At the Savannah College of Art and Design’s Museum of Art, curators will agree that the Pamela Elaine Poetter Gallery…
At the Savannah College of Art and Design’s Museum of Art, curators will agree that the Pamela Elaine Poetter Gallery…
It’s about 45ºC on the street. I’m standing between a hardware store and a biryani restaurant, ringing a doorbell amid…
Originally published in Flash Art International n. 324, February–March 2019 The shuttering of the Village Voice in August was met…
Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? — T. S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton” (1936) A beat bounces off a…
“For one scant day he had loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts;…
For a century, architecture has been a crippled art — every building that has been built proves it; formal combinations…
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…
We are living in surreal times. A lot of unimaginable things have happened over the past eight months, and we…
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…
At a time of climate upheaval, when every action and gesture is examined in terms of its carbon footprint, it’s…
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…