Heike Weber
Tags/ Posted by Arts EscapeNoon. A dry martini at the beach bar, a man swizzles his ‘stache. Bond. Jaime Bond, he says. I’m stalled out by the pool watching birds shit on lounge chairs.continue reading this poem
Kymia Nawabi
Tags/ Posted by Arts EscapeYour body is more like a gesture than a thing. More like a song than a gesture.continue reading this poem
Kymia Nawabi (b. 1980), a first generation Iranian-American, is a multi-disciplinary artist working in drawing, painting, sculpture and stop-motion animation.
Bill Viola’s Bodies of Light
Tags/ Posted by Chris Al-AswadSince I was young, I've been the youngest and worshipped Venus in the sacred and fragrant colonnades of even her humblest serving maidscontinue reading this poem
Upon entering the dimly lit James Cohan Gallery, one room beckons with a low, droning sound as mottled static scurries across the walls. The degraded image quality of the photographic art hearkens to pre-digital times, while the immersive video projections play out in continuous loops.
Paul McCarthy’s Art is Offensive
Tags/ Posted by Aurelio MadridFollow the weather of longing, fat, pink Rubenesque cloudscontinue reading this poem
Paul McCarthy’s art is not for everyone. Viewer beware–caveat spectator! We’ve known this for a while now. He’s been as distasteful back in the 70’s as he is now. Who needs to remember his prurient ketchup, the sleazy masks, the unfortunate dolls & the horrible sexual affronts? We’ll avoid detailing all the other petulant paraphernalia, gooey performances, cheesy props & whatever-else, for the sake of saving the appetite.
