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!”. […]
I can’t recall too many moving image works installed in gallery B, but even if I could, I don’t believe any could compete with the intensity of Mickalene Thomas’ 12 monitor video installation Me as Muse (2016) included the 2018 exhibition Mickalene Thomas: I Can’t See You Without Me. For the earlier (2017-2018) exhibition Trigger: […]
…a collective choreography of banal movements…[1] …even protesting a museum exhibition is still a form of participation…[2] …not even if I had ten tongues and ten mouths…[3] …a Roman would always think we…[4] …Judith beheading Holoferenes: make art history scream…[5] …at the Old Library Wex’s book starts to come alive…[6] [1] Hey you, yes you, […]
This post is a belated birthday gift to my friend and collaborator, Dani (Leventhal) Restack. I feel privileged to know her, have her so close to me in my life and to have worked with her projects that have always taught me something new. Together we have explored connections between writing and drawing (Rough Draft), […]
hactenus annorum, comites, elementa meorum et memini et meminisse iuvat: scit cetera mater. That is all I remember, friends, of the training I had when I was young, and I take joy in the memories. My mother knows the rest. These lines are the last of what remains of Statius’ Achilleid, the poem about the […]