Jack Whitten at MoMA.
Otobong Nkanga : Cadence, at MoMA.
Kennedy Yanko at James Cohan
Hahn Rowe at La Mama, in Tides.
Pierre Bellot at 56 Henry
Katharina Grosse at Renaissance Society, via the catalogue.
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
Jack Whitten at MoMA.
Otobong Nkanga : Cadence, at MoMA.
Kennedy Yanko at James Cohan
Hahn Rowe at La Mama, in Tides.
Pierre Bellot at 56 Henry
Katharina Grosse at Renaissance Society, via the catalogue.
That whisper takes the voice
Of a Spirit, speaking to me,
Close, but invisible,
And throws me under a spell
At the kindling vision it brings;
And for a moment I rejoice,
And believe in transcendent things
That would make of this muddy earth
A spot for the splendid birth
Of everlasting lives,
Whereto no night arrives;
And this gaunt gray gallery
A tabernacle of worth
On this drab-aired afternoon,
When you can barely see
Across its hazed lacune
If opposite aught there be
Of fleshed humanity
Wherewith I may commune;
Or if the voice so near
Be a soul’s voice floating here.
In a whispering gallery, Thomas Hardy
Studio Museum in Harlem will open in Fall 2025.
Strange Natures features the work of three artists exploring themes of communal care, loss, resilience, and tenderness through the lens of South Florida’s ecology. While the artists use different mediums, they all engage in a process of world-building that feels both of and beyond our natural environment.
The exhibition imagines how our connection to land will change depending on our collective response, whether care or indifference, to the exploitation of our natural ecosystems. By contemplating this relationship within the context of South Florida’s landscape, the artists explore versions of reality that oscillate between dystopia and utopia, present and future, the familiar and strange.
Christine Cortes, Lee Pivnik, and Zoe Schweiger. Curated by Krys Ortega.
Bakehouse Art Complex, April 10, 2025 – July 10, 2025.
It’s just depravity that they try to make glorious, natural. But it ain’t.
The beauty of what we do is its secrecy, its smallness.
– TM
The deletions began shortly after Donald Trump took office. C.D.C. web pages on vaccines, H.I.V. prevention, and reproductive health went missing. Findings on bird-flu transmission vanished minutes after they appeared. The Census Bureau’s public repository went offline, then returned without certain directories of geographic information. The Department of Justice expunged the January 6th insurrection from its website, and whitehouse.gov took down an explainer page about the Constitution. On February 7th, Trump sacked the head of the National Archives and Records Administration, the agency that maintains the official texts of the nation’s laws, and whose motto is “the written word endures.”
More than a hundred and ten thousand government pages have gone dark
Julian Lucas, New Yorker
A guerrilla archiving movement has responded.
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;
Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem’d,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated and for true things deem’d.
How many lambs night the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; (Sonnet 96), William Shakespeare
I see him still. He’s helpful to me, real helpful. Tells me things I need to know.
Her mind traveled crooked streets and aimless goat paths, arriving sometimes at profundity, other times at the revelations of a three-year-old.
That skill allowed her more freedom hour by hour and day by day than any other work a woman of no means whatsoever and no inclination to make love for money could choose.
(TM)