“There was something natural to me about this concept of a disembodied presence haunting the streets of NYC.”
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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.”
Exhibition Text: “Erik Lindman: Metal Paintings”
“Awareness is a feedback loop created somewhere between our faculties and the object, while the boundaries of a painting could provide a theoretical if not a literal kind of mirror.”
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.”
Fiction: “Streak of Lightning”
“A raw but dry attraction that makes me think the words: ‘blunt and scalding colors.'”
Feral Kid: “Muddy Banks”
“Under the dimming overcast sky, my clothes already damp from the chronic regional mist, I’d walk over to catch the commuter train, which traveled above ground, passing through layers of suburban development, residences growing increasingly dismal and forgotten-seeming, until I arrived at his stop, which had the same name as his street, one of the local proper names, the name of a judge or sheriff or gambler from the previous century, which was used commonly in the place where I grew up and which evokes such a stew of memories, mostly bad, that to pronounce it for me is analogous to a certain queasiness.”
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.”
General Fine Arts: “The Behavior Gap”
“The spirit had coughed up the question, but its bodily messenger had departed, leaving me to answer it alone.”
Art in America: “Sergei Tcherepnin”
“Tcherepnin’s artworks hint at the ineffability and sorcery of hearing, and in an art context could be taken as the revenge of sound on the subordinating reign of vision.”