Jared Madere "Paths to G-ddess~ Tiny Dick Timmy Ricochet~ Live from the Geomancer’s Clit Ring" Federico Vavassori / Milan
Cats, an unofficial symbol of déjà vu, are the main denizens of the mirror world that Jared Madere has created…
Cats, an unofficial symbol of déjà vu, are the main denizens of the mirror world that Jared Madere has created…
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As “Some Clap While Others Reach” is coming to a close at the end of this month so does its…
The title of France-Lise McGurn’s exhibition, “Percussia,” is a fiction, an invented word designed to create atmosphere and set the…
As the plane neared its destination — the Maltese islands, just south of Sicily — I noticed tankers dotted around…
Quinn Harrelson: Tell me about your exhibition “On Venus” at the Serpentine. Patrick Staff: It’s all new work. Although it…
Carlos Andres Olivo Jr. To Myself Be True My soul your sight neglects to see My spirit,…
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As I descended the airplane stairs, having escaped Berlin’s chill for Mali’s warmth, my headphones delivered a drumbeat that evaded…