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Liz Sales
Amy Elkins’s Parting Words & Black is the Day, Black is the Night.
This week I spoke with Amy Elkins about her recent exhibition at Aperture Gallery and the two projects it included: Parting Words and Black is the Day, Black is the Night. Both explore issues surrounding capital punishment and her correspondence with male prisoners serving death-row sentences. Liz Sales: Congratulations on a fantastic show! Amy Elkins: Thank you! LS: The exhibition comprised two
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Liz Sales
Amy Friend in Under Astral Skies
While I've recurrently had the pleasure of crossing paths with the uncanny work of Amy Friend for a number of years, I have only just had the pleasure of speaking with the Canadian artist herself this past week. Amy is currently included in the exhibition “Under Astral Skies”which is on view at 555 Gallery in South Boston through February
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Authors
Frances F. Denny’s Let Virtue Be Your Guide
This week I've been chatting about family, femininity and the decline of the Protestant elite with Frances F. Denny, a photo-based artist who lives in Brooklyn. Nine pieces from her series Let Virtue Be Your Guide are included in the all-women exhibition at NYU's Gallatin Gallery, "All You Can Be" on view through Jan. 25th, 1 Washington Place, New York, NY. Gallatin Gallery, NYU. "All You
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Authors
Faith Holland and Chatrooms III: Click, Click, Click
New York-based multimedia artist, Faith Holland, has been chatting with me about Chatrooms III: Click, Click, Click, the survey of contemporary digital moving image practices—GIFs, augmented performances, green screen keying, collage, appropriation, Processing and 3D renders— she and Nora O’ Murchu curated. Chatrooms is a series of one-night-only digital art screenings, installations, and conversations organized by Morehshin Allahyari and Willa Köerner from Gray
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T. Cole Rachel
Photo of Home From Home
Photo of Home From Home by Richard Deutch I used to leave this granite house after everyone else was asleep, and, walking down the hill, come to the woods just behind you snapped this photo, old friend, who think I can bear to look at it. The full moon loomed so close
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T. Cole Rachel
missing boys voice heard in forest
missing boys voice heard in forest the whole holler spreads itself out like a blanket, a crawling fire-line of anxious ants, moving into what might as well be a universe of green, swaying over their heads, moving to the nighttime music of leave-rustling and branch creaking that could muffle even the loudest where are
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T. Cole Rachel
Photographs
Photographs In the past we listened to photographs. They heard our voice speak. Alive, active. What had been distance was memory. Dusk came, Pushed us forward, emptying the laboratory each night undisturbed by Erasure. In the city of X, they lived together. Always morose, her lips soothed him. The piano was arranged in the old
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T. Cole Rachel
Found
One of the most successful--and the most popular--exercises in our Poetry & Photography class involves the use of found photographs. Using randomly discovered images as a prompt, students are asked to write poems that somehow elucidate the origins of the photos. Where was this photo taken? Why? What was the context? And how do such
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T. Cole Rachel
fireworks
fireworks after the fireworks stand closed for the summer it was only a matter of days before we broke into the camper in which my uncle had stashed the leftover boxes of black cats, jumping jacks, conical fountains, charcoal snakes and an array of small tanks, rockets, and—our favorite—the “laying” hens which shot sparkling, screechy