It’s not the same as memory. Memory is a record of actual experience: things you did, places you visited, feelings you felt. This is something more subtle and uncanny.
Artists I know sweat and worry over their print or painting, performance piece, or video installation; but they agonize and despair over their artist statement
Until my brother and I were well into our thirties, our father collected vintage cars and motorcycles. He loved their design, the satisfaction of repairing and restoring them, and the social atmosphere of the car shows and swap meets.
Brian Busby I’m not sure when it was that I first read of “the flowering of Canadian literature.” George Woodcock…
Robyn Sarah—Are You Serious?
What is that little grating chink in college girls’ voices, like the chirp of glass marbles rubbed together in a…