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Vicki Crayon, "Untitled III, Quincy, MA" (2013) archival pigment print, 36" x 24"

Vicki Crayhon: Captioning Desire

BY THOMAS STUBBLEFIELD

Susan Sontag famously bemoaned the photograph’s susceptibility to words. Supplanting the ambiguity of the image with the certainty of narrative, supplementary text in Sontag’s theory of photography provides a key entry point for ideology. The work of Victoria Crayhon might be thought of as an extended deconstruction of this relationship. Rejecting the idea of autonomous or “uncorrupted” images, the photographer’s unique method of working actively elicits the productive relationship that words maintain to photographs by inviting them into the frame. Exemplary of this dynamic is her Thoughts on Romance from the Road series in which Crayhon uses the marquees of abandoned drive-ins and vacated movie theaters to display personal messages, which are then documented by the camera in unassuming long-shots. Continue Reading →

Tony Csavas, "False Self or True Self?"

Tony Csavas: True Self

AT BOSTON UNIVERSITY’S SHERMAN GALLERY BY ZACH HORN

I wish that I could tell Tony Csavas how much I admire his work. True Self, his painting and drawing show at Boston University’s Sherman Gallery, is phenomenal. Some paintings (and drawings) are purely representational studies of everyday objects and street scenes. Other paintings are more symbolic, with simplified compositions and dramatic color choices. The works read like Haikus, a few lines that use identifiable form as context for time and mood. This exhibition is Tony’s day-to-day life in Charleston: the bridges that ring the city, the objects that clutter his apartment, and the moments in between. Continue Reading →

Futurist Manifesto, format model

The Baby Boomer Manifesto

BY PAM LAI

We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, trampling our boredom into plush Persian (can I say Persian?) rugs, bought at a bazaar in Abu Dhabi – you can’t imagine what it cost to ship them home. And can you believe I wore a headscarf the whole trip? It felt a little anti-feminist, but it was sort of exciting too, like I was getting the real experience. Not touristy at all.  Continue Reading →

Christian Krohg, Man Overboard

Man Overboard

BY ERIC PAUL SHAFFER

after a painting by Christian Krohg

At the hatch, the boy grips bulkhead steel and terror
in both hands, howling out the terrible news
with the anguish disaster forces from our mouths.
He is alone on deck, on his first watch,
in the moment of misfortune. But I am not he.  Continue Reading →