writing

from a draft of a work in progress titled “SMALL”

Two filmmakers are on stage. I mean two women. I mean two people, I mean I. Joanna Hogg and Kelly Reichardt are on stage with Dennis Lim. Small, deriving from the Latin word for “bad” and the Greek for “goat” : comparatively small in size : minor in rank or ability : GENTLE, SOFT Continue reading “from a draft of a work in progress titled “SMALL””

A brief word on my upcoming course, THE ARTIST IS A WOMAN

I’d been thinking a lot about this course, partly inspired by reading Rachel Cusk’s latest novel, Parade, a book that narrates the changing position of the female artist in a male dominated world, a novel that also meditates, albeit implicitly, on femaleness itself, and that recognizes that femaleness may also be embodied in a man,Continue reading “A brief word on my upcoming course, THE ARTIST IS A WOMAN”

NOTE: On Pierre Leguillon

From ENTER AND AFFINED (an essay) I have written to the French artist Pierre Leguillon. I have written about writing. I have written about writing this essay. I have written about writing this essay as a kind of homage to his work, to his curatorial approach to making art. I have written about making thisContinue reading “NOTE: On Pierre Leguillon”

NOTE: TWO ACCIDENTAL POEMS

READING WOJNAROWICZ (after Carr) It would take a separation from the normal levels of existence Sagging docks and railroad cars rusting in the oily rain He wanted to explain his feelings on the voice within the body To put together a collection of voices Like a passage coming to an end I give my lifeContinue reading “NOTE: TWO ACCIDENTAL POEMS”

Into the silence of the space

NOTE: A SENTENCE ON MIEKE WRITING ABOUT UWE, KATARINA AND PHOTOGRAPHY He has taken Katarina out into the evening black, into the fog and wetness of the snow in Riverside Park, their rubber boots plashing down the part-lit paths, in hopes that they will work up a bit of hunger, and later on return toContinue reading “Into the silence of the space”

NOTE ON PHILIP GUSTON

The Impossibility of Painting If art is self-effacement to begin with, no one who has not experienced something of this will understand, the word that comes closest is perhaps touch, the ephemeral feel of the pencil in my hand as I write. Now you are writing things down that you read, making “arrangements,” drawing fromContinue reading “NOTE ON PHILIP GUSTON”