In my book, Spoiled, I engage with a group of contemporary Asian American artists who expose and unravel the expectation that ...
Years, Abbas Akhavan’s current exhibition at the Belkin Art Gallery at the University of British Columbia (UBC), loosely ...
Summer Kim Lee and TJ Shin. Summer Kim Lee is an assistant professor of English at University of California, Los Angeles. Her first book, Spoiled: Asian American Hostility and the ...
A soft, warm light morphs into a shadow of a woman’s braided hair on the back of her neck. There is the sound of faint footsteps as she moves around her flat, shifting objects in the kitchen, the ...
For the ancient Greeks, the division of time was represented by a separation of chronos from kairos. To symbolize durational or cyclical time, Greco-Roman mosaics personified chronos as a god turning ...
The German American artist Eva Hesse kept meticulous diaries throughout the late sixties and seventies that account for both her personal and professional anxieties, her creative process and ...
My favorite page in Rabbit-Hole, the latest bookwork by Sonja Ahlers, contains only one image and one line of text. The image is a scan of a slightly stained photograph of the artist in a lacy white ...
During the reign of Benito Mussolini, an enormous carved relief of the dictator’s head loomed over the streets of Rome, his downcast gaze surveilling the Italian public night and day. The oversize, ...
Tilt your ear to a Jack Whitten painting and you might hear music. “You gotta be able to think like John Coltrane to do what I am doing in painting,” the artist said in the final decade of his life.
I got lost several times on my way to Casa Susanna, the exhibition I had set out to write about. It was a sticky Friday night in July—“date night” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, as the Met ...
Pacita Abad, the Filipina artist who roamed the world like a traveling bard, was twenty-four when she left home in 1970. By the time she died at fifty-eight, she had gone on more adventures than the ...
Every five or six years, the painter Margaux Williamson quits painting. In these moments, she thinks she might not go back. But something always comes shuddering darkly up – an instinct, a distant ...