“There was something natural to me about this concept of a disembodied presence haunting the streets of NYC.”
Tag: Book
Personal Work: Sunsets Working
“In the almost-decade since this piece began to germinate, its dark seeds have blossomed into potent fleurs du mal whose perfume lingers like a phantom over what I create today.”
Client Work: Other Subjects/Killer Dentist
“I was happy to help NYC experimental publisher and curatorial project Other Subjects/Killer Dentist in the past year with some editing and transcribing work for the book Dictionary For Mayflies by filmmaker Keren Cytter, as well as an interview with performance artist Lisa Carver.”
Fiction: “Hammer Blue”
“I didn’t see or realize anything. I felt alien, alone and paranoid – and dull, like the dark moments of a song on the radio that I was indifferent to.”
Fiction: “Rotting Porch”
“I was captivated by her relaxed expression as she drew the exhaled smoke into her nostrils and back out through her mouth.”
Hanna Liden and Nate Lowman: “Umbrellas and Dropcloths”
“Pedestrians’ sneakers would leave impressions on the slick wet streets, and the sidewalk silt – a mutant peat soil host to cigarette butts, boredom, annoyance, and other nuisances – would build up and finally disappear down the drains, to be stretched and hung on a wall, or hardened in a block of civic concrete.”
Empire State: “Nate Lowman”
“Their obsessive lines trace a relentless impulse to filch something of the world and its (dis)contents; pictures borrowed to be returned at an unknown future date.”
Real Fine Arts: “NADA, nothing”
“Everything is ugly, like the inside of 7-11s, and the look of the streets is familiar from video games.”
Robin Cameron: “Feel the Fear and do it Anyway: Artists, Anxiety, and Writing “
“The book does things on its own now. It hangs out, notices things, gets its feelings hurt, complains.”
Hanna Liden: “Ghost Town”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you around. But when you’ve been here as long as I have, it’s not just you, it’s years of yous, or very-much-like-yous. This city breeds yous: hey yous, me and yous, sick of yous, fuck yous. As I’m sure you can understand, I gave up on names a long time ago.”