Yoanna (Yoli) Terziyska Why are we fascinated by ruins? They recall the glory of dead civilizations and the certain end of our own. They stand as monuments to historic disasters, but also provoke dreams about futures born from destruction and…
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Eva Kot’átková
Natasha Chaykowski Eva Kot’átková, Untitled, 2014, Wood, collage on paper, glass. 14 feet. Courtesy the artist, Art en Valise, Scrap Metal Gallery and Meyer Riegger. ‘Ideas are to objects as constellations are to stars,’ wrote Walter Benjamin. Benjamin’s whimsical comparison…
All Beneath the Moon Decays
Britt Gallpen To ask viewers to read the minimal, largely monochromatic forms on view at Daniel Faria Gallery as a meditation on ruin is also, perhaps, to ask them to imagine how we might begin to give material form to…
Perishable Bodies: An Interview with Joshua Vettivelu
Natasha Chaykowski All images by and courtesy the artist. In this age of biomedical ingenuity, which sees the wholesale embrace of cosmetic procedures staving off bodily wear-and-tear and soaring (Western) life expectancy thanks to remarkable feats in engineering and healthcare,…
‘Never Perfect, Never Done, Never Resolved’: An Interview with Karl Burkheimer
Joshua West Smith All images by the artist. To make is a difficult thing. To know why you make is sometimes equally as hard. And to share your passion for making and to help others in their personal creative journeys…
Peripheral Ruin: An Interview with Heidi Schwegler
Avantika Bawa Avantika Bawa: How did you get interested in ruins? Heidi Schwegler: In life, I’m compelled by the ruin. In the studio, I’m compelled to ruin things. In 2009, after eleven years spent teaching fulltime in Portland, Oregon, I…
Making Time: A Conversation on Aging Film Costumes
Clare Wilkinson All images courtesy Anthea Mallinson. A critical pre-production function in contemporary drama, fantasy and historical films is the deliberate, and deliberative, aging and breakdown of costumes. The special category of breakdown artists who perform this task often come…
Stories from Sappho
Hannah Rahimi like the hyacinth in the mountains that shepherd men with their feet trample down and on the ground the purple flower They don’t warn you about the dangers of oblivion. They should tell you: Stay away from the…
Haiku Breaks on Tides of Melancholia
Concetta Principe Fishbowl of what aches a rusted nail dying in its bed of wormed wood feels nothing Fishbowl of nothing is not nothing but the tremors of something saints or Danish princes whine about Fishbowl of the limit of…
Ground Pepper
Jen MacDonald The freckles around your eyes always had always looked like ash. After spending my morning stacking river rocks to shoulder height for a fire pit, I finally found fuel. I squatted down and grabbed a weightless, crunchy armful.…