Why Pick the Old Bones?
Like many good curators, Sir Walter Scott was a creative falsifier with a rich
sense of his own license. Many of us know him by reputation rather than by
reading, but The Minstrelsy
Spider
While waiting for the coffee to quit its dripping,
I lean stupefied against the door frame,
my body purblind to the sunrise.
During the night (perhaps hoping for the big catch),
a spider
Art for Everyone
On a recent Sunday afternoon, I walked through the dimly lit galleries at the
Indianapolis Museum of Art on a docent-led tour with two friends, the docent’s
wheelchair-bound mother, and an ASL
Winogrand: Pre-selfie Street Photographer
“If you didn’t take the picture, you weren’t there,” Garry Winogrand once
said—although perhaps he didn’t intend for his words to be quite so
prescriptive. Since 1990, the number
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we move all the time
we radiate in cardboard
we radiate in history
we radiate in paint
we radiate phantoms
we radiate indifference, in turn, saw the body as a boat housing the