A Memeorial: To Lay a Hate Symbol to Rest
Responding to Mn Artists Presents: Eric Larson’s Meme Town, Jordan K. Thomas considers the corruption of memes, anonymity and racism in digital space, and what it means to lay a hate symbol to rest.
Photo by Emmet Kowler, courtesy of Walker Art Center. Meme by Chris Cloud.…
Trauma is a Time Machine: Art and Healing in Troubled Times
Recent exhibitions at Public Functionary and Macalester College's Law Warschaw Gallery address two sides of a question that haunts this place: how to shed the awful weight of trauma and rekindle a utopian imagination.
Iyapo Repository"Unimagine this."…
Kevin Obsatz on his education as an artist, both as a student and teacher of filmmaking, and in his experiences outside the classroom.
The school system today performs the threefold function common to powerful churches throughout history.…
All stills from the author's student films made for "290," his class in Super 8 during his time at USC.
The Illusion of Encounter
Kevin Obsatz on his experiences as a PA working on a documentary about the 2004 campaign season and, specifically, the show business behind the spectacle of both art and politics.
An everyday life in thrall to the spectacle […] should be understood as the systematic organization of a breakdown in the faculty of encounter, and the replacement of that faculty by a social hallucination: a false consciousness of encounter, or an “illusion o…
John Kerry campaigning in Durham, New Hampshire in 2004. Photo: William B. Plowman/Getty Images
Where Paths Cross
Fresh from a winter biking trip through the North country, musician Ben Weaver returns to the political and cultural fray, asking: What do we value? How do those values define our culture? How could we cultivate systems of value that stem from being in relationship to things, rather than consuming, extracting, and taking from them?
I’d rather build a fire. Rather have cold hands from gathering wood. Rather sleep in the dirt, wake up with frost and coyotes, confuse the day moon for a fish eye or scale.…
Into the woods. Photo courtesy of the author.
An impassioned poem by artist and activist Camille Gage, after her experience at the Women's March in Washington DC on January 21, 2017, where more than a million people gathered to march for women's rights.
I said I’d write an article about my DC tripabout the Women’s Marchbut I don’t have TIME to writeBarely time to rememberNot a moment to luxuriate in I drove 18 hours tostand with a millionfeminists…
At the Women's March in DC on January 21, 2017. All photos courtesy of the author
To the Edges We Must Run
Ben Weaver on the trouble with lionizing artists' struggles, with a call for boldness in the face of want, solidarity with the land and each other, and seeking brave solutions at the edges, rather than swimming comfortably in the mainstream.
A stranger came to town. Down the frozen roads. Barely made it up the hill. She left early the next morning. Some say they planned it all along. It’s true, there are so many different kinds of dark. Everybody is wondering what will end up in the fire.…
The author, on tour in the Netherlands. Photo: Henri Santing.