Thundercat – Is It Love

Shearer is representing Canada at the Venice Biennale. His portraits of rockers, displayed inside this pavilion, don’t move me (I am alone in this). But I sure as hell feel his megapoemliths. This flamboyant and masterful expression has a quiet and thoughtful corollary in Shearer’s commentary on his work. Painting characters with a balance of Continue reading →

Recently I lapsed into an old conversational tic I’d thought extinct in my language: emphatic declaration. Specifically, I declared as bullshit the declaring of Patti Smith’s work as bullshit. The irony pierced me instantly, and I retreated into bemused introspection for a couple of sips. The experience improved my reading of this interview with Katharina Continue reading →

The Mahotella Queens – Wozani Mahipi Thanks to our occasional guest titler @whyowhyvonne and the typically nourishing read there, Unmissable.

Dr. Dre Ft. Nikki Grier & Sly – Mr. Prescription

“images found on the internet of people who have died…downloaded and projected into a space that was either important to that person in life or was the site of their death…” I saw this on Wooster last week, and took the time to learn more. I was surprised by what I learned. There are few Continue reading →

A post named not to celebrate my freedom from Facebook, no, but for a song in a playlist. Not because it’s the best song, but because it has the word “year” in it, and it’s January 1st, and that’s just how far we can push the envelope round here. A day like this in a Continue reading →

From a small square of lcd screen, you can only imagine how beguiling Holly King’s photographs of multimedia models would be if you saw them in their fullsize chromogenic glory. Unless you are like my gallery-mate, who found them garish and so would likely prefer less visual information. But you are not like her. She Continue reading →

There is a corner of Engine Gallery that flips my Lynch switch. I am gliding towards a mysterious item, and as detail increases, so does the attraction. But now repulsion begins to creep in. I can’t stop. I arrive at the item. The depth below the perfect surface of the sphere beguiles. And in the Continue reading →