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Generation: All of the people born and living at about the same time, regarded collectively; but also—the production and propagation of something, someone, some idea.
The artist and researcher Kathie Foley-Meyer joined curator Patrick J. Reed to discuss her creative practice and scholarship on ocean memory and the territoriality and temporality of Blackness.
Artist Tristan Duke photographs the Placerita Oil Field and the Tehachapi Wind Resource Area using lenses made from frozen drinking water. Fulcrum Arts’ Curator, Patrick J. Reed, goes along for the ride.
At his Los Angeles studio, the artist Channing Hansen graciously hosted Fulcrum Arts curator Patrick J. Reed for a conversation about wool, the cosmos, weird topography (and more!), and how these elements come together in his complex, labor-intensive knitted artworks.
Fulcrum Arts’ Curator, Patrick J. Reed, went to Ars Electronica, where he met the Miami-based, Colombian composer and sound artist Alba Triana, and learned about the essence of everything. This installment marks the first in a series of profiles on artists working with vibration and the ways in which it shapes our world.
Always the question remains as to why a publication is important. The answer is basic to this thing named Sequencing.
An NFT offers a generic something: some thing, neither here nor there, which exists in order to escape being worthless (a born loser). It escapes to the address it is given, and its value is held precisely there.
Written as a kind of trip-report with a posthuman sensibility, Instance Terrain Spread describes experiences that would be incomprehensible in conventional spatial reality, but are easily understood when experienced in a virtual space.
I talk to my cousin Corey Stover on the phone and he teaches me hokšíkilowaŋpi (to sing a lullaby); we are both cruelly out of tune. He is in Oglala Nation, I am in LA, and we perform our distance. He sings to me and I to him, a short melody. I watch LAPD helicopters out the window of 242 East Avenue 41 and compose a short drone.