Monthly Archives: June 2016

Monday 06/27 2016
Ecstatic Tension

“The sculptures’ apparent fluency is belied by their time-consuming construction; these are chimerical pieces composed of pattern and repetition, made from a product that—while it carries connotations of excitement and escape, the survivalist and scuba diver, the parachutist and hiker—is indeed the workhorse of these pursuits, its primary purpose to bind and hold. The tension between paracord’s wont and Morical’s empyrean execution provides the invisible arrestment.”

Read the rest of my review of Noel Morical’s solo exhibition at Newcity

Friday 06/24 2016
Mind the Gap: Meditation, Athletes, and Mental Health

“The tennis player, the golfer, the free-throw taker or field-goal kicker or fustian batter with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth—all are under the kind of immense pressure from which our most precious natural resources are made, and those who transmute in the heat and weight are paid like the valuable commodity they are.”

Read the rest at VICE Sports

Tuesday 06/21 2016
Blood and Urethane: The Go Skateboarding Day Reader

In honor of Go Skateboarding Day, some of my writing on skateboarding:

“Blood and Urethane, or Skateboarding Shows its Work” for The Classical

“The Sagging Rope Expert, or Ali Boulala and the art of Sketchiness” for The Classical

“Paul Rodriguez’s Sense of Balance,” for VICE Sports

“Jaws vs The Lyon 25,” for VICE Sports

Monday 06/6 2016
Gaia’s Left Hand

” … there is the sky, brilliant orange, too orange, unnaturally orange, not the color of monarch butterflies or poison dart frogs or innumerable other toxic lifeforms, not the color of citrus or lantanas or marigolds—dreadfully close to poppies, however—but safety orange, menacing safety orange, the kind commercial fishermen wear to be plucked from the black maw of the sea or hunter’s place like a cuirass to protect against the accidental rending of human flesh, orange like the apocalypse, like literal and burning heat death, like the first and last glow of an existential risk, Nacarat Extinction, and it is apparent that East of Eden lies a place alien, fearful, sublime, hot and vibrating like catgut … “

Read the rest of my review of East of Eden, Whitney Bedford’s solo exhibition at Carrie Secrist Gallery, at New American Paintings