We Are Just Scratching The Surface December 16, 2022 Eight billion people by mid-November. Eight billion personal realms falling into place.Eight billion pairs of eyes. Seven thousand and one hundred languages translating every freeze frame we’re glimpsing. Each of us with its own symbolic and obscure system of interpretation.Yet, we’ll be remembered as a whole. An ontological whole made of…
Wholy Mother September 20, 2021 October 2018. I’m sitting in the garden of the Palazzo Venier dei Leoni in Venice—Peggy Guggenheim’s former home, now a museum—staring at Jenny Holzer’s work “Garden Bench”, a very long modular bench sculpted from white stone, engraved with a poem. I froze as I read the following lines—lines I still don’t understand why they struck…