In the Cut. Frida Orupabo
Frida Orupabo’s work is uncompromisingly and unapologetically confrontational. Sifting through images in colonial archives, magazines, Tumblr, eBay, Renaissance paintings, B…
Frida Orupabo’s work is uncompromisingly and unapologetically confrontational. Sifting through images in colonial archives, magazines, Tumblr, eBay, Renaissance paintings, B…
St. Sebastian is a kinky pussyboy, or a honeytrap. Spank me, Blasphemy! Beamed into a bucolic, peachy saturnalia, his cock-ringed,…
Time as a passage. History as landscaping. Society as malaise. Bodies as construction sites. Language as technology. Nature as not…
The etymology of the verb “desire” refers to the disappearance of a star from human sight — desidere in Latin.…
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…