Every morning, I look for two things on my drive down 6th. The first is a girl curled on her apartment building’s alley stoop, smoking a morning cigarette and swiping on her phone. She never looks up. The second is Levitated Mass (2012) by Michael Heizer. Over the past year, the two have become my good luck charms. The girl, however, is a bad charm. She doesn’t want a cigarette at the same time...
#1998 I came to LA in 1998. Fresh off the bus from Canada. Well, plane. But just as starry-eyedas anyone. I was a part of the Royal ArtLodge in Winnipeg so community meant everything to me. Now I’m just in LA and just trying to figure it out. A year later, my best friend Paul moved to LA and we had each other as a bit of home here. For what it's worth, I just want to say that this account of my...
Milosh Soberman is 14 years old and does not like art. He recently visited Dataland, “the world’s first Museum of AI Arts. With this being an AI museum, I thought I wouldn’t need to show up in order to write a review. “Dataland” isn’t what you initially picture when your friend pokes your brain with the phrase “It’s an AI museum.” Depending on what you’re seeing in each screen-filled room, a...
In 2012, Daniel Zalewski profiled Christian Marclay and The Clock(2010) in The New Yorker. The piece includes a single, throwaway reference to an assistant: “One fellow, who offered little but gunshots and ‘guys getting their heads chopped off,’ was fired.” Over the next month, The Clock returns to LACMA. —TC From now till death do me part, from the momentmy rigor-mortis-wracked corpse is...
In 1969, just months before Neil Armstrong allegedly walked on the moon, Queen Elizabeth rang in London’s brand-new,ten-mile-long Victoria tube line with a ceremonial ride in thetrain’s front car. Her celebration was warranted: the line was the first of its kind to be built in London in over 50 years. It was also completed at an astounding pace, having been approved for construction by...
As a kid, spaghetti westerns made me sweat. Not the violence, the dubbing—that quality where a mouth moves at one rhythm and the voice lands just slightly off it, as if the sound had come loose from the body and traveled through some other room to reach me. I hadn’t...
Hollywood has always needed a narrator, because the creation of real-life mythology relies on being understood and, more importantly, being believed. The unscripted stories of backstage life were exclusive precisely because there appeared to be no obvious writer or...
Everyone seemed to agree that "Alone, alone, all, all alone was topical. The word hovered around the opening at Ehrlich Steinberg with the peculiar force of consensus: loneliness, online life, avatars, algorithms, the thinning distinction between connection and its...
When is a human no longer a human? When is the body no longer a body? These questions have been turned over by all manner of modern philosophers, from abortion activists to judges handling necrophilia cases to science fiction filmmakers. Now Mexican-American artist...