Marina’s sitting there talking about Columbus and failure and presence, and here’s the thing that’ll piss off half the MFA programs in Brooklyn: she’s actually right, even when she’s being provocative as hell.This bit about Columbus, fuck yeah, it’s problematic, we all know the colonialism lecture by heart, but strip away the historical baggage for […]
Continue Reading →Gsell: What astonishes me, is that your way is so different from that of other sculptors. They prose the model. Instead of that, you wait till a model has instinctively or accidentally taken an Interesting pose, and thon you reproduce It. Instead of your giving orders to the model, the model gives orders to you. […]
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Before Saul Bass showed up, movies started the way your grandfather’s funeral did, dignified, respectful, boring as hell. You sat there while names scrolled past like credits on a tax form, waiting for the actual movie to kick in, and that was supposed to be enough. That was the deal. Bass walked into that temple […]
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Small.. unnerving occurrences.. keep coming up one after the other: haphazard dumb accidents of freakish chance- the tiring tasks that are part of our routineΒ and the sundry other ever-recurring annoyancesβ all these inevitable small defeats and sorrows rub and pushΒ continually up against the moments the days the years until one almost wishes almost […]
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Wanderlust along the Coast:Β Beach Piano I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a […]
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This whole intelligent design hustle, this super natural con job, it’s the kind of beautiful lie that only works if you never actually open your eyes and look at what’s sitting right in front of you. These witches want you to believe that some all powerful, all knowing force had infinite time and infinite juice […]
Continue Reading →I’m full of shit, we’re all full of shit, every last one of us. And that’s not cynicism, that’s the most liberating truth you’ll ever swallow. We perform every goddamn day. For our lovers, our bosses, ourselves in the mirror at 3 AM when the pills have worn off and we’re wondering who the hell […]
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