Day at The Met by Dylan Fox
\ \ Dylan Fox is a filmmaker and writer based in Brooklyn, originally from East Tennessee.
\ \ Dylan Fox is a filmmaker and writer based in Brooklyn, originally from East Tennessee.
I was in Assisi once for a single afternoon and in my memory of it, I am within its walls and floating above the town. I’m surprised by the way Taliano captures that visceral memory. […]
This is what I wrote about Allen’s work when I saw it in the Brooklyn Artists show in 2024:“I was surprised by how long Popeye held my attention so I looked at Allen’s website. It […]
Ariel Hahn, a librarian friend, wrote an essay* about the damage to the climate caused by cloud storage for libraries and archives. She wasn’t giving solutions so much as suggesting it was a problem to […]
The most painful image in this show is one that Stojka didn’t paint but is clear in my imagination. It is of a ten year old girl who stands in a deathcamp courtyard. I have […]
“What does ‘speaking about painting’ mean? I believe that it means precisely: forming concepts that are in direct relation with painting and with painting alone.” Things have not been going well in the studio for […]
A long spread of wild roses a turn signal on the right passenger seat empty just a box kite, formite as well as peep sight et al. gushes of blood, no haemangioma just garble, corruption […]

See more work by Sophie Balhetchet here Review of “100 Famous Views of Edo” at the Brooklyn Museum CNQ draws Hiroshige’s “100 Famous Views of Edo” at The Brooklyn Museum I❤️Edo
A toothache, thought Bad Kitty, is like someone else’s dog scratching at your guest-bedroom door all night. A toothache is a cold vibrating funnel sucking in the undone chores (the unanswered emails, the phone calls […]
Here we go. I won’t be offended if you spike it! (That’s a little used term these days). You can save the world by doing one small, good deed at a time. Recycle that yoghurt pot, […]
Dear Cathy, You asked me to write this, I suppose in the hopes that reading it would encourage other people to heed the dire warning embedded in your piece about the cloud which isn’t […]
Michele and I were swimming our laps in adjoining lanes at the city pool on 25th street. When she passed me going the other way, I playfully reached under the lane divider and stroked […]

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