"But turn your eyes to the valley; there we shall find
the river of boiling blood in which we are steeped
all who struck down their fellow men."
-Inferno Canto XII II. 46-48
“I have long been a doctor of the art. For some time now I have never said what I believe or never believed what I said. If sometimes I have told the truth, I hide it among so many lies that it is hard to find.”
Review* of Emna Zghal’s solo exhibition, Plato/Pineapple at Miyako Yoshinaga art prospects, New York City, February 2 – March 10, 2012
My second foray into the Brooklyn Book Festival was the Walker in the City panel, where the venerable Edmund White coaxed writers to reveal the imaginary forces behind a common theme in their writing: the distance their main characters covered, both geographic and metaphysical.
Erik Sanner, an artist and a friend of mine, hosts a summer salon that brings together artists and thinkers for food and conversation about the roles of art and artists. The conversation revolves around questions, which are provided early so that we can prepare some thoughts before the (veggie) burgers hit the grill. I couldn't attend the latest round, unfortunately, but I also couldn't resist responding to the latest interrogation. Here's a taste of the questions and answers, Quick & Dirty style: