
Living Fragments: On Berlin’s Winter of Broken Pieces
I, for one, want to be broken into pieces. The way sappy music breaks its lovers. We bright-lit gallery people are more reserved. But…
Read MoreI, for one, want to be broken into pieces. The way sappy music breaks its lovers. We bright-lit gallery people are more reserved. But…
Read MoreOn the occasion of the opening of a Handful of Dust, at the Polygon Gallery in North Vancouver, visiting curator David Campany shared an…
Read MoreAmid a surging wave of political activism and newly liberated energies, Carolee Schneemann wrote, in 1968, that “perception should lead to action.” Schneemann suspected…
Read MoreIs there a color more indexical of melancholy than blue-grey? It is the color of fog, the color of nature suffused with an intelligence;…
Read MoreThe image disputes the presence of the thing. In the image, the thing is not content simply to be; the image shows that the…
Read MoreThe most grievous problem with post-internet art has been its nebulousness. If, as Saelan Twerdy recently claimed in Momus, post-internet art may have reached…
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