“Now Orpheus, crawl, O shamefaced fugitive, crawl back under the crumbling broken wall of yourself, for you are not stars, sky-set in the shape of a lyre, but the dust of those who have been dismembered by Furies!” –Tennessee Williams “Orpheus Descending” In his ongoing Q&A newsletter The Red Hand Files last week (#20 if … Continue reading
Can shoes become sacred objects with the addition of other symbolic matters? Do shoes already contain a transformative strength? Certainly, nobody will dismiss the sexual domination of a stiletto. Continue reading
I don’t mind today but the everyday makes me barf. There’s no such thing. Puking would put something on the sidewalk of the everyday so it might begin to be now. —Eileen Myles, Sorry, Tree, 2007. I continue to find this statement perplexing, even after a day that finished hurling on the pavement of an … Continue reading
“I’m a messy bitch who lives for drama.” I mean, who isn’t, dearest Filthy Dreams readers? Who doesn’t love a little scandal now and again to spice things up and keep it fresh? Now, most drama contained within the vague boundaries of what is called the “art world,” whatever that is, is typically very boring, … Continue reading
Built into the layers of figures, there are folds that forage something deeper than the inspiration of illustration or the relics of cubism. The flesh of Justin Liam O’Brien’s paintings is bestowed with deep hues of mindful depression that is associated with intimacy and rejection. The forms are inoculated with the instruction of abstraction and … Continue reading
The body knows how to succumb to destruction. The psyche of something that drives deeper than flesh will compel that vessel to survive. The pain inside the cells and molecules that give into disease can be wielded to the desire of an individual’s want. The stories we tell inform the histories we live. There cannot … Continue reading
What the hell am I looking at? This was the question I continually asked myself as I wandered aimlessly through the Carnegie Museum of Art’s 2018 Carnegie International. What is this pile of industrial materials in the Hall of Sculpture? What is this coffee stand? What are these random photographs? Why was I so tragically … Continue reading
