This is not the year for palliatives. It is not the year for knowing what to do.
This is the year the planet grew smaller
and no country would consent to its defeat.
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
This is not the year for palliatives. It is not the year for knowing what to do.
This is the year the planet grew smaller
and no country would consent to its defeat.

Lord,
when you send the rain,
think about it, please,
a little?
Do
not get carried away
by the sound of falling water,
the marvelous light
on the falling water.
I
am beneath that water.
It falls with great force
and the light
Blinds
me to the light.
Untitled, James Baldwin

the one whispering an old, old tune into the ear
of the other –?Baby, baby, don’t leave me this way.
[…]
It meant nothing to me?–?
then, at least?–?but did you know the collective noun
for swans is a lamentation? And is a lamentation not
its own species of song?
John Murillo, Upon Reading That Eric Dolphy Transcribed Even the Calls of Certain Species of Birds,

Folding Suns connects artists from the Western New York Region with those from Puerto Rico and the American South; it poses sun and water as real and metaphorical binding agents across geography, time, and identity.
Curated by: Pablo Guardiola
Pablo Guardiola is a visual artist. His work points to different modes of narration and how these are perceived and understood. Recently he curated with Yina Jiménez Suriel, one month after being known in that island (ways of working in the Caribbean). He is co-director of Beta-Local, an arts non-profit dedicated to support and promote contemporary art practices and aesthetic thought in Puerto Rico.
Featured Artists:
Genesis Baez
Chango4
Claudia Caremi
Adler Guerrier
Gregory Halpern
Ahndraya Parlato
Silas Rubeck
Paul B. Thulin
The Buffalo Institute for Contemporary Art, August 02, 2024 – September 21, 2024.
The Guggenheim Bilbao was hardly the first iconic building, but it was the first to be credited with a measurable economic spin-off. And while that temporarily elevated the status of architects to near deities, it proved detrimental in the long run. After the Guggenheim, architecture was never quite the same. A single building had defied all expectation, only for expectations to defy all of architecture ever since. Economic success became the measure of architecture’s quality, to which architecture, in turn, had no choice but to apply itself. Architecture found itself in debt to promises it didn’t make and ultimately can’t fulfill. After Bilbao, ambitious museum projects could only fail. And they did.
architect, verb The New Language of Building, Reinier de Graaf

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.
Nothing to Save, D. H. Lawrence
“Life can be different; it can be better or worse. Just not simple,
[…]
forms of life that shift the pressures of being in relation.
[…]
engender dissociation and prefer the inconclusiveness of life in ellipsis.”
Lauren Berlant, On the Inconvenience of Other People (Writing Matters!)