I would rather be ashes than dust I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not […]
Continue Reading →Failure… it’s the only fucking meal worth eating when you’re stupid enough to think you can improve Anton Chekhov. My Head is Burning. Christ, of course it is. Your head, their heads, Chekhov’s rotting tubercular head somewhere in a Russian cemetery still burning with the knowledge that a hundred years later, some ambitious assholes with […]
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So Steve Jobs died last week, and I’m sitting here trying to figure out what the hell that means to me, this guy I never actually knew but who was always just… here. Growing up in Palo Alto, I couldn’t escape him. Not in the celebrity sighting way, not in the “oh look, there’s someone […]
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I’m walking through Manhattan at 3:13AM and I stumbles on this… a blow-up sex doll sitting in an empty rickshaw like she’s waiting for a fare that’s never coming? Now this isn’t art, it’s archaeology. It’s evidence. Somebody else staged this little theater of the absurd and then abandoned it, and I just happened to […]
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Niki Ulehla’s jewelry and small puppets are about control and the illusion of it. She’s making something so fucking small that you have to pay attention, they demand you slow down and actually see them. In a world screaming at maximum volume, Niki’s working in whispers. These aren’t just tiny baubles or pocket-sized marionettes. They’re a middle […]
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These photographs. Bodies bent, faces caught mid transmission, that particular quality of light that happens when people stop performing and start doing. This is what happens when you take two traditions that refused to lie and smash them together in a room in San Francisco. Look at that close up, the woman’s face split open […]
Continue Reading →Niki Ulehla went to the San Francisco dump, not to throw something away, but to find something, and she pulled Dante’s entire cast of the damned out of discarded lumber, scrap metal, and abandoned leather, carved them into marionettes, and staged the Inferno right there among the mountains of our collective waste. This is the […]
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