Essay
I never made a decision to become a film editor—or, in any case, I didn’t decide upon it at a young age and follow a single career path.
The artist finds inspiration, and space, in Detroit for his sculptural paintings.
On resisting parasitic invasions—from the poisons in our soil, to toxic masculinity in the psyche.
The challenge of craft practices to patriarchy and the art world.
I entered my boss’s security code and pretended I was lifting a strain from a fugue.
The artist talks about his film Joan Mitchell: Departures and its relation to Eternalism.
Shifting between the virtual and the real.
Overlooked modernisms on display.
The secrets are boxed within. That’s what I thought two years ago in Quezon City, where I was doing research at the University of the Philippines Center for Ethnomusicology.
The art of dehumanization.
