Mourning, Militancy, and Messiness

I keep imagining what History Keeps Me Awake At Night  would have looked and felt like had the curators been less sure of their interpretations. If David Wojnarowicz's paintings didn't have to buckle under the enormous pressure of acting as symbols of resistance and rage; if they were simply the documents of an individual struggling to form a visual language.

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Loneliness Studies

There is a fine and at times undetectable line between reading affect into artwork and diagnosing it with the inflections of biography. In The Lonely City,  Olivia Laing manages to posthumously pathologize the loneliness of four canonical artists, despite criticizing that exact impulse, underscoring the ease with which we do so.

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