Your Baselitz heads of xanthous and brick,
Glare lightly like sneezes on snow.
Your courtyards and battlefields,
Grey, paint walls of debris, of strangeness, lingering
A face wrung; water drops. Wool
wraps womanly breasts.
Cold trembles in pieces and barren blades crash down your walls.
Oh disfigured city of black and green,
Your houses all in a row.
Hunched above rubble,
Your tears swallowed by a forgiving earth.
Skies widen, smoke settles. Ashen
faces turn upwards.
Your cloak dus... [more]
The partnership between me and photographer Thaís Medina provides an exchange worthy of appreciation. Our long distance professional relationship gives us the opportunity to assemble each other's skills in order to create a vast production of cultural grounding since it brings different talents together in hard work and discipline.
After creating "The Buea Chronicles", we decided to carry on and developed the project "She pictures him - He texts her back", a multi-platform proposal with the... [more]
This is a material written in collaboration with Thaís Medina, a professional photographer who invited me to be her partner in storytelling. This way, we created an imaginary journal that Thaís inherited from her grandmother, Nelly Costa, whose love for adventure led her to Africa many decades ago. Her writings were full of notes and records about her experience, leading its readers towards a fascinating and curious ending. However, there is none, for the journal was left unfinished... [more]
A funny thing happened as I was about to use this blog page to add about 2 -3 pages of resume - several new shows this art has been in, is now in, and is scheduled for. I was going to post all these pictures. But the art's all in the portfolio, and the whole idea of resume... well for now I'm not applying to any art jobs. So... I decided instead to take down all the blogs, left one up (edited) about the Palermo Biennale in which my art was admttedly less than a war hero that the othe... [more]
I consider myself as a full-time student of the human condition. I'm very interested in other's people's lives, their anxieties, sufferings, relationships, doubts, past life, family... This way, I try to understand more about life and its meaning. However, the more I get to know, the more I feel ignorant. It's an endless cycle.
I keep a personal diary but instead of writing on it everyday, I rather focus on days I'm actually inspired. This is me being strictly true to my nature rather than professiona... [more]
I am very proud of my 2007 oil painting "Mackerel", in which I managed to capture both beautiful and sinister elements of a daily object, fulfilling a most tantalizing pursuit of mine. With its intense colors and bold strokes, this painting economically presents a sleekly fish, intently staring upwards, as if ready to confront its captor; at the meanwhile, its eye also betrayed the fish's sad resignation to its imminent demise. The background of the painting was plain drop cloth, hatched lightl... [more]
Yet another criminally underappreciated pioneering female artist receives an overdue solo exhibition decades into her career. A decade and a half of works by Barbara T. Smith, a major figure in the West Coast performance art movement from the late 1960s onward, are currently on show at Andrew Kreps. This show demands and repays attention in equal measure. The focus is specifically on resin works by Smith, notably a glade of tree-sized resin grass. The phrase "blade of grass" has never seemed s... [more]
Scale suits some artists as much as it defeats others. This sense of risk is pervasively present in Subodh Gupta's frequently enthralling exhibition at Hauser and Wirth's 18th Street space. Spaces as huge as Hauser and Wirth's can often bring out the worst in artists, a profession not uncongenial to those with a streak of grandiosity. Happily, Gupta understands the nature of scale and spectacle better than most artists of his stature, and, in works like the sculpture, "This is Not a Fountain", th... [more]
Four years on from the disaster at the Fukushima Daiichi reactor in Japan, radioactive water is still pouring into the sea. In spite of this, life goes on, politicians eat potentially radioactive strawberries for the cameras and something called "art" attempts to process a world as resistant to comprehensibility as the one we call, more or less, home. Into this strange reactor pool comes the show The Radiants bringing together work by Ei Arakawa, Jutta Koether, Sigmar Poke, UNITED BROTHERS and ma... [more]