Radio Hour is an ongoing experimental project in which Vulcano composes music to various texts whose subjects have included chess, hurricanes, superstitions, road trips and an ongoing exploration into the meaning of time. For the […]
\ \ 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 […]
According to Luke 1:39-45, Mary visited Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, when Elizabeth was pregnant “and the baby leapt in her womb.” But there is no meeting of the infants Jesus and John […]
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 […]
Darby was sold by Penelope who sold Cuba, too J,Vassall sold Darby to G. Reed of Woburn who died in the battle of bunker hill while Darby was living, he met someone standing 6 feet […]
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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