This photobook presents a series of screenshots taken between 2015 and 2017 of frozen WhatsApp video calls with his family members at home in Gaza. The images approach a manner of depicting hell.
Kay WalkingStick is currently enjoying a moment of tremendous recognition, with multiple solo exhibitions and international group shows on the near horizon. If her stars have aligned, it’s not because WalkingStick has done anything different. As the artist says in the interview that follows, she hasn’t changed.
Sculptor Richard Hunt (1935–2023), who died in December at the age of eighty-eight, is honored with a comprehensive exhibition of his early works, currently on view at White Cube. Early Masterworks homes in on the artist’s output from 1955–1969, a fruitful decade that saw the young Hunt—later to become acclaimed for his large, public sculptures—testing, experimenting, and refining the distinctive style that would become his own.
The most intense recent experience I’ve had writing poetry was composing a piece called “People Without Names,” a long poem recently published in Eileen Myles’s Pathetic Literature anthology (Grove Press, 2023). I wrote it in January 2021, still living in Alphabet City during the endlessness of the global pause.