When the world shook and the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion but at the cry from the cross (‘My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?’), the cry which confesses that God was forsaken of God. And now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the […]
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I aim to exist somewhere in between. MFA vs. NYC
Read MoreWe don’t live in the garden of Eden, and art that attempts to do so quickly becomes flaccid and trivial. But art, like philosophy and politics, often swings the other way and determinedly responds to ugliness with more ugliness. So we are here on the fault line between those who refuse to recognize evil, on […]
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