n my work, the theme of skin and its impermanence has always been a constant — starting from the use of wax in painting, to create a textural body, which then emerged from the canvas to the elastic skin of a model I collaborated with and photographed for 7 years until his death.
Justine Frischmann employs the Low-Fi materials of a suburban hardware store to dig through the ash and rubble of Modernism.
People like to blame things—they like to pretend life is an accident, that it’s not their fault. But accidents can be intentional. We make ourselves magnets by our aggressive apathy. On top of that we are fascinated by the idea of contingency—it suggests a value to individual existence. But there is none really. And so I was working on the Papa Sri Frank Payne path to nirvana—drink like a fish, speak to no one, indulge regret—alcohol, asceticism, hindsight.
Two furry forest creatures grapple with the obscure dialectics of Sensitive Skin Magazine — who’s right, furry forest man or…more
I ran into Jenny Wade on Avenue A, summer of 1993 I believe it was. Asked her where she was…more
We were totally unprepared for the winter of 1968; it was bleak and cold, and it seemed to last forever.…more