
The Boy in the Bathroom: On the Self-Encountering Projects of Tom Burr
It was with a frisson of anticipatory delight that I crossed the threshold of Tom Burr’s warehouse in Connecticut, two hours northeast of New…
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Read MoreWhy would you even want to? We want to be makers, not bureaucrats or lecturers. But after a dozen years of making, maybe you…
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