Art
I can’t stop reading. That’s not meant to be a boast about bibliophagy. No, I can go weeks without cracking a book. What I mean is, if I see words, especially words in Roman script, I am going to see them as words and not just shapes. I
Art
What are the ethics of tagging an outdoor artwork with fake graffiti already on it? I ask myself this question as I sit on one of Alfonso Gonzalez Jr.’s mock bus benches, staring at another across from me. The other bench has the familiar phrase “YOUR AD HERE” on
Art
There is a landscape. It is the desert. Not the sandy desert. Rocks. I see cracks and shapes. I see boulders. One of them is not a boulder. It is a human. A nude human. A nude human with a crack. Hiding right out in the open. Twenty years ago,