There is something existentially terrifying about American big-box grocery stores. Maybe it’s just me. Shamefully, I have melted down in more than a few ginormous supermarkets across the country, sniping at family members over muffins and abandoning shopping baskets in the cereal aisle in a panic. I know I’ve fashioned myself as a supporter of … Continue reading
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I Want To Believe In Margot Bird’s “Poodle Saga”
Recently with our constant free-flowing shit show in American politics, I find myself thinking with surprising frequency: Fuck that shit, I’m going to space. Taken from a prevalent meme featuring a shark flying through the star-lined galaxy, my intergalactic daydreams of escape, star cruising into space never to look back, now have an articulated vision. … Continue reading
Parting Though I Absent Mourn: Cy Gavin’s Search For Kinship Through Bermuda’s Traumatic Histories
Mirroring Hartman’s invocation of the ghosts of slavery to transform the present, Cy Gavin’s current exhibition At Heaven’s Command at Sargent’s Daughters enacts a similar personal and political pilgrimage. Rather than Ghana, Gavin’s vibrantly beautiful yet historically rich exhibition renders the results of tracing his own personal lineage to Bermuda. Continue reading
Hellhound On My Trail: The Intergenerational Blues Of James ‘Son Ford’ Thomas and Cy Gavin
“I got to keep movin’, I’ve got to keep movin’ Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail” –Robert Johnson “Hellhound On My Trail” As the end of the summer gallery season quickly approaches and temperatures reach their boiling point, the blues, as Robert Johnson (or was it the devil?) croons, is falling down like … Continue reading
Deborah Kass and America’s Most Wanted Curators
Call it Stockholm Syndrome or millennial ennui, but idolizing and objectifying bad boy attitude, especially over media, is embedded in our culture. From the Rolling Stone cover of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev to Jeremy Meeks, who became an overnight sensation as ‘hot mugshot guy,’ the act of being bad–even in such extreme cases–sparks some obscure fascination in … Continue reading
Now You See Me…:(In)Visibility In Jordan Casteel’s ‘Visible Man’
Referencing Ellison’s novel, Brooklyn-based artist and recent Yale MFA graduate Jordan Casteel investigates the notion of invisibility and visibility in her monumental portraits of nude black men in repose in her exhibition Visible Man at Sargent’s Daughters. Continue reading