Jacolby Satterwhite: In Conversation With Jarrett Earnest
“She’s a thief of hearts, someone please arrest her!” One sweaty summer I saw on Instagram that Jacolby Satterwhite and I were both in Miami, …
“She’s a thief of hearts, someone please arrest her!” One sweaty summer I saw on Instagram that Jacolby Satterwhite and I were both in Miami, …
A fragment on cultural influence: I was sitting with about 10 high school students in an empty taco shop on Avenue A—they were in an …
Third Morning: Being Hit by a Soft Buick Mid-morning phone call: “Jarrett—Dave. I’m going to leave tomorrow because I’m not having any fun. But I …
One of the things that surprises me to no end, and this is an operation of power, is that people feel unable to just go …
‘I was stuck on a remote island for five weeks with Dave Hickey—’ I started telling my friend when I got back in New York. …
William Corwin and Neil Greenberg The Great Richmond: Find Yourself a Borough Staten Island Arts Culture Lounge, St. George Ferry Terminal Station Silver cities rise …
Like everyone, I am entranced by the videos of Pelé as a mover. He seems to bend space and manipulate gravity. At 72, the age …
One year ago on my birthday I tried to define “art” for Carter Ratcliff’s guest editorship of The Brooklyn Rail “What is Art—Why Even Ask?” …
On the Fourth of July my family had a small reunion—parents, brothers, grand parents, great-grand mother, aunt, cousin, nephew—all met on Manasota Key on …
We’re all used to limp conversations about “practice” which can mean anything to anyone without marble-plinthed pressure. As a student I used to think …
Christy Gast is back from her Kadist residency in Paris and yesterday morning we went to the beach together. There was a storm cloud in …
I’ve been thinking about Peter Lamborn Wilson telling me: “The trouble with all these ideas that we take seriously is that they can be …
With no car in Miami my choices are to walk, or to bum rides from friends I haven’t met. I’ve already earned a reputation …
My ideal morning begins by swimming in the ocean, emerging from the sea every day like life at the very start. IMPOSSIBLE GOAL: …
I escaped New York City just before the art fairs hit. At the moment I would rather crawl over ground glass than endure an art …
To say “it made me cry” doesn’t mean much on its own—I’ve cried at an in-flight Kate Hudson movie, but that is because I cry …
Because living has been fast, writing has been slow—forgive my absence. Without romances and unexpected escapes, art is pointless, so we should all excuse our …
The brilliant editor and critic Thomas B. Hess summed up “the news” in his 1973 yearend column for New York Magazine: “News in the …
Many art publications have been putting out “year-end best-of” lists. (That is all this month’s artforum is.) I don’t care about “ranking” art shows, being …