In the museum or the university, the story remains the same. On the one hand, an institution’s strong physique is measured in outsized philanthropy and thick endowments, as administrators make public-facing boasts of rich collections and academic excellence. On the other hand, internal messaging is one of dispossession and precarity, from cuts and layoffs to […]
The day after Memorial Day, twelve years ago tomorrow in 2008, the then Wexner Center educator Amanda Potter (now Curator of Education and Interpretation at the Zimmerli Art Museum) delivered a talk on Jane Hammond’s gallery B installation Fallen. At the talk, Potter spoke of how Hammond’s nationally touring installation featuring a large field of […]
Reflecting on the Past in the Room of Imagination In this picture (sic) I took in the late 1990s, my father and my nieces are playing a game with string. Around twenty years ago, our country was struggling with social challenges due to the transition to a totally new political, economic, and social system. But […]
Bishop Juan Gerardi was murdered on April 26, 1998, in reaction to a report presented by his project Recuperación de la memoria histórica (REHMI – Recovery of historical memory). The killing provoked a strong impact in my personal realm of social sensitivity. It was a sordid and brutal event, condemned internationally as one of the […]
While in the cradle, every parent, grandparent and god-fearing aunt wants the best for the new baby, hoping to keep the Evil Eye at bay. Over the years, their prayers for safety turn into dreams of success as the child grows and starts on the path through school to college. Now, bursting with pride at […]
It is the date in which my life path was directed, I believe, which I could never forget – my starting point as an artist. I also met my husband for the first time, because he was my classmate. This photo is my teacher, my classmates, and him.
Halit Yozgat murdered on April 6, 2006, at this location in Kassel, formerly an internet café, by the National Socialist Underground (NSU). It was not an isolated incident. The café is now a honey shop, and the city searches for a way to commemorate this bitter memory.
May is the cruelest month. Breeding red bodies out of the land. Mixing memory and desire. Mixing love and death. Stirring ashes with spring rain. And I am frightened. Goodbye to hibiscus –
A voice comes from somewhere (or within), braying: Well, listen to him! So sanctimonious in his white wokeness and so-called decolonial critique (whatever that is)! We see what you’re doing, writing this out loud for strangers’ ears, but inwardly, under your typing tongue, you murmur, “Oh, let the old guard suffer, so I can profit!”. […]
In February 2012, on suspicion of tax evasion, German customs agents raided the Munich apartment of Cornelius Gurlitt. Inside, some 1,400 works of art were discovered. German authorities seized the artworks to determine their provenance, including possible connections to Nazi persecution. The story did not appear in the press until November 4, 2013. As of […]