
Clive Holden Grounds the Digital in Aura
I spend most of my life on the internet. I work here, I entertain myself here; I distract, delay, advance, compose, and channel myself…
Read MoreI spend most of my life on the internet. I work here, I entertain myself here; I distract, delay, advance, compose, and channel myself…
Read MoreSometimes you get the history you want. Sometimes you get the history you deserve. And sometimes you get the history that’s good for you….
Read MoreAlong the long evening avenue of towering hotels during the art fair, you weave through the crowds. Another night. The faces flicker and scatter…
Read MoreFor many years, Jutta Koether drained blood and love from the color red. In her paintings, that untouchable hue became atmosphere for a genus…
Read MoreFor the first time in the history of the São Paulo Biennial, the turnstiles disappeared. Attendees carried no tickets and sported no bracelets. The…
Read MoreThe looping ladies and lipsticked cigarettes of Sojourner Truth Parsons’s past pictures give way here to a litter of pups amidst polychromatic explosions sopping…
Read MoreThe word “angst”’ in German carries a certain weight – as most German words do – that is less evident in its English appropriation:…
Read MoreAnnie Pootoogook was from the Arctic near the North Pole. Her community is called Kinngait in Inuktitut – the language of Inuit people – and…
Read MoreEva Hesse’s collected diaries begin at the end. In the book’s last sentence, editor Barry Rosen thanks Hesse’s friend Gioia Timpanelli for discovering the…
Read MoreIt was his spirit of collaboration and friendship that first brought my father to the Italian coastal town of Albissola, just west of Genoa….
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