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Muriel Leung Wants to Remember the Color of Her Blood
Muriel Leung's poems grabbed me by the throat.
John Yau is an award winning poet, critic, curator, and publisher of Black Square Editions. He has published over 50 books of poetry, fiction, and art criticism.
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Muriel Leung's poems grabbed me by the throat.
Art
I don’t know if laughter is the best medicine: sometimes it is the only medicine.
Art
Diane Simpson’s sculptures, which are made from planes she cuts and scores when she wants to curve them, always begin with a drawing.
Art
What’s great about Rothko’s paintings is their refutation of language, the way they push back against conclusions.
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In contrast to other Abstract Expressionists, most notably Robert Motherwell, Richard Pousette-Dart saw prints as a beginning, a surface to work on. He goes over them with acrylic, gouache, graphite, and ink.
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Cecily Brown is genuinely interested in all the ways a body experiencing pleasure can occupy space. In her drawings she records the results of her curiosity, her looking.
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Salvatore Scarpitta’s imagination was wild and full of high jinks. It is one reason why the art world has never known what to do with him.
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Like Ralph Ellison, who did not think of the Invisible Man as a protest novel, Kerry James Marshall is interested in the nuances of invisibility, in how much goes unseen, and the many different ways willful blindness manifests itself.
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I think a conversation about community is important for many reasons, not the least being the rather utopian idea that there is someplace you can go where you feel safe.
Art
Nahum Tevet's premise is straightforward: What do you need to temporarily preserve and mount a drawing on the wall?
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One of the things that I admire about Brenda Goodman is her willingness to push a painting into a territory all its own. She isn’t interested in stylistic consistency or any of the other common denominators that can be used to brand one’s work.
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Kenward Elmslie published his poems in Poetry magazine in 1960, and his first book, Pavilions, came out in 1961. Between then and now makes more than fifty years of work. And yet, in some ways, his writing cannot quite be contained by such definitions as “poetry” and “fiction.”