Last Night a DJ Saved My Life: On Artists and Survival
An artist recently lamented to me that, these days, being an artist felt so painfully inadequate. Against fascism and pandemic, the racist cruelty of…
Read MoreAn artist recently lamented to me that, these days, being an artist felt so painfully inadequate. Against fascism and pandemic, the racist cruelty of…
Read MoreThroughout this period I was also discovering that I was multi-orgasmic … I was developing color systems which made forms turn, dissolve, open, close,…
Read MoreThe vitality of sexual liberation in a perpetual summer, slick with a well-advertised promise of paradise. Sunstroked bodies lotioned and perfumed with coconut sunblock…
Read MoreRight now, in some small room, art history is being made. The notion is a carved chunk of marble, a brass plaque, the halls…
Read More1 DO ONE THING AT A TIME The story goes that the Swiss artist duo Peter Fischli & David Weiss found this list…
Read MoreYou probably don’t need me to tell you about toil and obscurity. You don’t need me to tell you about working a double-shift waiting…
Read MoreTwo brand-new, chunky metal triangles jut out and join above the glassy entrance of the black cinderblock edifice that houses the recently-renovated SITE Santa…
Read MoreDon’t fuck the curator. Or the artist, the gallerist, the writer, or their editor. Unless, of course, you really want to. And, it almost…
Read MoreA burst of confetti from a painted cannon. A name you call across the crowd: Martha, Martha, Martha. An exasperation with her force like…
Read MoreThis is the first entry in a new series titled “Portraits,” by Momus contributing editor Andrew Berardini. The project is an experiment: Berardini sits…
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