Dominique White “Deadweight” Collezione Maramotti / Reggio Emilia
Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs? Where is your tribal memory? Sirs, in that grey vault. The sea. The…
Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs? Where is your tribal memory? Sirs, in that grey vault. The sea. The…
You are here. Position pinned. If we pause for a moment, are we able to locate the Central Asian republics…
In Kai Althoff’s exhibition “di costole” at Nervi Delle Volpi, a new space in Genoa organized by Berlin’s Galerie Neu,…
If someone asked me to imagine what Diego Marcon’s studio might look like, I’d likely picture a puppeteer’s workshop. Lining…
From smartphones to computers, from social media algorithms to artificial intelligence and virtual assistants, our daily lives are governed by…
Silvia Federici once wrote that “the body is a factory.” For the body to not work — can’t or won’t…
Kim Sowol’s 1925 poem Azaleas is written from a feminine perspective, where the speaker, anticipating her lover’s leaving, plans to…
Having climbed the stairs to Sara Siestreem’s solo show “milk and honey” at Cristin Tieren Gallery, viewers will be made…
In the text accompanying Oisín Byrne’s exhibition “Smell the Book,” writer Daisy Lafarge asks, “How does language make you feel?”1…
The exhibition “Some Other Times” by Japanese artist Kenji Ide was organized by the Polish gallery Wschód as part of…
SoiL Thornton’s practice embodies Glissantian opacity, engaging in a play of misunderstanding and ambiguity. It’s open to the indefinable yet…
I wrote a draft of this review while returning from Munich on September 6th. Just a few hours later, on…
What is immediately striking about Nick Goss’s work is the subversion of the perspective, which shifts from piece to…
The Judas Cradle, a medieval torture device, consisted of a pyramidal “chair” upon which victims were positioned so that their…
Erika Verzutti’s solo show “The Life of Sculpture” at LUMA Arles, curated during her residency from May to July 2024,…
Ivana Bašić’s work cultivates its own place of solitary exigence, blending extremes of the organic and the mechanic, the existential…