Non-Fiction

Accumulations of Influence: Stephen Lapthisophon’s Styles of Radical Will at Sector 2337

06/23/2018
Accumulations of Influence: Stephen Lapthisophon’s Styles of Radical Will at Sector 2337
Accumulations of Influence: Stephen Lapthisophon’s Styles of Radical Will at Sector 2337
Stephen Lapthisophon, Eggbell, 2016. Mixed media, dimensions variable. Installation view, Sector 2337, Chicago. Photo by Clare Britt.
The following essay was originally published by the Chicago Review in June 2018: Stephen Lapthisophon’s Eggbell (2016) is true to its name: literally, the top cap of an eggshell sprinkled with gold metallic pigment, weighted by a thick nail, and strung with fishing line from a larger rope. This larger rope is tied to track lighting in the gallery and slopes to the floor, ending under a well-worn hardcover book as thick as... +

Slipping through the net of a metaphor: SITE SANTA FE // MUCH WIDER THAN A LINE

10/03/2016
Slipping through the net of a metaphor: SITE SANTA FE // MUCH WIDER THAN A LINE
Paolo Soleri (b. 1919, Turin, Italy; died 2013, Paradise Valley, AZ). Amphitheater, c. 1975. Commissioned by the Lloyd Kiva New for Institute of American Indian Arts, 1964. Image courtesy of the IAIA Archives, Santa Fe
Originally published by The Seen, Sept 2016. SITE Santa Fe stands close to the downtown historic district of the city, beside train tracks and Warehouse 21, a haven for artistic youth. Contextualized by a landscape that originally belonged (and still partially belongs) to Native Americans, within the architectural residue of a complex colonial and missionary histories, the Southwest... +

Made Not Begotten: Robert Mapplethorpe / Grand Palais

07/03/2014
Originally published by The Seen, July 2014. “…Heva, naked Eve. She had no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler’s will.” — James Joyce, Ulysses, Episode Three,... +