is how Pamela M. Lee describes Martine Syms’ ten-minute video Notes on Gesture (2015) in her book The Glen Park Library: A Fairy Tale of Disruption (no place press, 2019). I am looking at a spread of Syms’ 2020 book Shame Space (Primary Information) comprising a seascape and a room with two empty swivel office […]
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Taking public matters into your own stained cybergloves again? – suppose the bearded sage avatar braying (to the tune of REM’s Everybody Hurts (sometimes/So hold on, hold on), whom the social media managers of Agorapulse canceled. With what qualifications? Do tell us the answer, great Trump fluffer Joshy, share your insight, discharged, no doubt, as […]
Did Eos live within a system that reduced her world? – Claudia La Rocco In Cicero’s reworking on the Myth of Er in Plato’s Republic, he presents the fictional dream of Scipio Aemilianus, in which his illustrious (adoptive) grandfather Scipio Africanus explains how the soul escapes the prison of the body to live the true […]
My show hasn’t been picked up yet—I’m still working on the pilot. It’s called She Mad. It’s a half-hour comedy about what it means to be an adult, set against the backdrop of the Los Angeles creative industry. It follows a young, ambitious black woman and her friends as they try to create the lives […]