Author Archives: mostperfectworld
Distance, Stance, Circumstance
Opening on Saturday, Aug. 18th, 5 p.m. Show runs Aug. 18th–Sept. 14th In the White gallery at Place (Portland, OR), an exhibition curated by Rachael Wilson, featuring works by Katherine Bauer, David Flaugher, Davida Newman, James Woodward, and Michelle Young
Distance, Stance, Circumstance
Opening on Saturday, Aug. 18th, 5 p.m. Show runs Aug. 18th–Sept. 14th In the White gallery at Place (Portland, OR), an exhibition curated by Rachael Wilson, featuring works by Katherine Bauer, David Flaugher, Davida Newman, James Woodward, and Michelle Young
Körperdruck
Bruce Nauman’s Body Pressure is on long-term view at Dia:Beacon. The piece, text on paper, sits in a stack on the basement floor. Printed black-on-pink, the poster-sized pages are available for free: take one, please; the stack will be replenished.
Körperdruck
Bruce Nauman’s Body Pressure is on long-term view at Dia:Beacon. The piece, text on paper, sits in a stack on the basement floor. Printed black-on-pink, the poster-sized pages are available for free: take one, please; the stack will be replenished.
Dan Flavin’s “Apollinaire Wounded”
Here, I want to present, without comment, Dan Flavin’s two tributes to the French poet, Guillame Apollinaire, which were shown at the Morgan Library’s recent exhibit, Dan Flavin: Drawing (17 Feb – 1 July, 2012). The first, “Apollinaire Wounded (to
Dan Flavin’s “Apollinaire Wounded”
Here, I want to present, without comment, Dan Flavin’s two tributes to the French poet, Guillame Apollinaire, which were shown at the Morgan Library’s recent exhibit, Dan Flavin: Drawing (17 Feb – 1 July, 2012). The first, “Apollinaire Wounded (to
But Let Us Return To The Plane; Again Let Us Return To The Plane.
About a year ago, I spent an afternoon hunkered down in a tent in the desert of the southwest corner of Oregon. I was dodging roaming clouds of gnats and an oppressive heat, and I was battling a sudden, heavy
But Let Us Return To The Plane; Again Let Us Return To The Plane.
About a year ago, I spent an afternoon hunkered down in a tent in the desert of the southwest corner of Oregon. I was dodging roaming clouds of gnats and an oppressive heat, and I was battling a sudden, heavy
Two Poems from DIA: Beacon
Max Neuhaus, “Time Piece Beacon,” (2005). Text accompanied by drawing representing sound crescendoing left to right, red to blue, ending in a thick black line, representing silence at the close of the sound loop which plays hourly at DIA: Beacon.
Two Poems from DIA: Beacon
Max Neuhaus, “Time Piece Beacon,” (2005). Text accompanied by drawing representing sound crescendoing left to right, red to blue, ending in a thick black line, representing silence at the close of the sound loop which plays hourly at DIA: Beacon.
Experiens Sillemans
While visiting New York’s Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) this past Saturday, I stumbled on a piece of anachronism in the form of two early 17th-Century Dutch pen paintings (penschilderingen) authored by the Dutch draughtsman and engraver, Experiens Sillemans. The
Experiens Sillemans
While visiting New York’s Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) this past Saturday, I stumbled on a piece of anachronism in the form of two early 17th-Century Dutch pen paintings (penschilderingen) authored by the Dutch draughtsman and engraver, Experiens Sillemans. The
Power Flight
Joe Overstreet’s Power Flight can be seen at the Brooklyn Museum. The work, made in 1971, consists of multiple canvas panel– six of them– stained with acrylic. The panels alternate red and black, except at the machine-sewn seams, which have
Power Flight
Joe Overstreet’s Power Flight can be seen at the Brooklyn Museum. The work, made in 1971, consists of multiple canvas panel– six of them– stained with acrylic. The panels alternate red and black, except at the machine-sewn seams, which have
A Double Story
“I will tell a double story. For at one time they grew to be only one out of many, but at another they grew apart to be many out of one: fire and water and earth and the immense height
A Double Story
“I will tell a double story. For at one time they grew to be only one out of many, but at another they grew apart to be many out of one: fire and water and earth and the immense height
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