Articles
On the life experiences that smooth our edges, writing into the unknown, and the brutality of love.
On the life experiences that smooth our edges, writing into the unknown, and the brutality of love.
Most artists will tell you, the pieces create themselves. You’re just the vehicle or the vessel that this creativity is going through.
Two sound artists on noise, fractals, Bach, Cecil Taylor, the new 7 PM ritual, and whether we still have use for the word improvisation.
In May, BOMB asked artists how COVID-19 and quarantine were affecting their creative process. How were they making art now?
On writing about California in the 1990s, embodying our experiences, and launching a novel during a pandemic.
The artist on how her practices influence one another, who gets to be a “Renaissance man,” and the significance of DIY ethics.
Minimalist painting with a maximalist impulse.
BOMB is thrilled to announce Stephanie Jean as the winner of our 2020 Poetry Contest.
Two artists and activists share their thoughts on COVID-19 and mutual care.
Join us as we celebrate the launch of Akwaeke Emezi’s new novel, The Death of Vivek Oji.
On trying to pre-grieve, the expansiveness of the desert, and writing the book she wanted to write.
The debut writer on how vignettes became a novel, bodies as objects, and why discomfort is comfortable to read.
Making drawings of Instagram posts during COVID-19.
Our quarterly roundup of fellowships, residencies, and prizes accepting applications.
Trying to make the freest music possible.
For BOMB’s Oral History Project, Odita, known for his geometric paintings, recalls growing up as a refugee from the Nigerian Civil War and the influence of his father, a historian of African art.
The first time I saw Jane I was working at the bike shop, a veritable cacophony of grease and gunk I only survived by occupying my hands. Bikes had a purpose that had nothing to do with me—every part fit together properly so my mind could remain free and unviolated. Her left knee was scrapped, with pieces of pavement lodged in the wound. The sight disrupted my hard-earned equilibrium. I tried not to look, but it was too late. I had already imagined retrieving the bits of bloody gravel from her abrasion and rolling them like candy on my tongue.
The recent Turner bursary recipient discusses her interdisciplinary practice.
On writing a polyphonic novel, the female perspective, parenthood, and the near future.
On writing felt-sense memories, attending philosophy camp, and the ever-changing nature of language.
