Matt Roberts With Poems
Halt your left foot on one shore, your right foot on another. Run the red ferry. Exchange a tree for someone saying tree. Exchange someone saying tree for someone laughing. Exchange someone laughing for a small breeze. Cry with one eye (moon Read More …
This Year at NADA
While everyone was fighting through the terror of Miami traffic to get to Art Basel, I decided to take the rode less traveled and visit NADA this year. New Art Dealers Alliance, or NADA, is “the definitive non-profit arts organization dedicated to the cultivation, support, Read More …
The Kerouac House
I am of the belief that architecture fails to be significant if we don’t address it in the context of its intended use for humans. If we somehow fail to acknowledge the symbiotic relationship between edifice and dweller, we’re doing a great injustice to both. Read More …
Contemporary Curator or Cultural Commentator?
Back in 2009, Alex Williams ran a piece in The New York Times titled “On the Tip of Creative Tongues,” about the overuse of the word “curate.” No doubt, since then, it has not slowed in the slightest. Pinterest boards are curated, Usher curated a Read More …
Kyle: The Former Pollyannaish Man in Uniform
Walking into Kyle’s indoor studio space, we were faced with a large painting of a photorealistic astronaut falling with his hand extended. Reaching up is a comic strip style woman who appears to be falling upward. The two figures within the painting are portrayed in Read More …
A Town Called Vaselina Springs
Back in February, I was organizing papers at Gary Bolding’s home studio when I came across a typewritten resumé of his as old as I am. The first page of the yellowed papers, still neatly clipped together, included the addresses and telephone numbers of just Read More …
Keeping Time
It’s Tuesday night at Orlando’s Marks Street Senior Recreation Center, and a small but enthusiastic collection of seniors are here to dance. At 7pm, nine couples are already on the dance floor and ready to go. The hall is dimly lit, with six of the Read More …
Confronting Mortality: Shelby O’Brien’s Abject Memorials
“Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components—that is doubtless a way to curb mourning.” —Julia Kristeva, Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia Shelby O’Brien acknowledges the horrors of the human body in abject memorials, crafted using human blood in traditionally domestic material processes Read More …
December Publisher’s Note
Some months fly by, with little hindrance, and others drain you and your resources. As the days in November passed, it became obvious December’s issue would be no small feat. In the midst of a struggle, the idea of success becomes elusive, yet looking back Read More …
An Intifada Christmas
Turkish tobacco smoke filled the bus. The wind and the temperature picked up as we descended to the Dead Sea from Jerusalem. Sand blew in through the open windows, stinging my face and creating a film over my exposed extremities and clothing. The drone of Read More …
