(adjacencies)
Some Concerns
2.2.2
Transcription, Ben Lerner’s newest novel, is a slim book that borrows certain qualities from a specific technology: the recording device. The set-up, introduced in the book’s first pages, concerns a Lerner-like narrator...
(I wish I’d made)
Fellow Travellers
2.2.2
In 1999 I moved to Tehran having grown up abroad, an overeager returnee, in that mid-twenties kind of way, both too confident and too impressionable. By sheer luck and circumstance, I soon found myself under the...
(portfolio)
On Image Treachery:
Third Moment Profile (2022)
2.1.2
A digital model of an apartment for sale at auction appears half-ruinous but magical in its milky luminescence. The details are rough and fragile, like a shoebox diorama, a cutaway scene pasted into volume by simulated...
(detail)
Silhouette of a Woman
2.1.2
If I had to locate myself during chemotherapy, I’d return to a clip on my phone shared by a friend. It shows me on a beach in Goa at her wedding, filmed at dusk, blurred by movement and low resolution, coloured powder...
(portfolio)
Research Notes
2.1.1
At 623 A4 pages, the Research Notes book contains a small cross section – just under 17 percent – of the notes from the Research Notes Room, which consists of 3,676 A4 pages in total, with 786 on the walls and 2,890 in...
(conversation)
Aaron Angell
2.1.1
The making of ceramics can possess a perverse alchemy. One must attend, with great care, to chemical balance, and to moisture, and to temperature, and after all this one still does not know for certain what will emerge....
(detail)
Punctum
2.1.1
When I was in my early twenties, I could become aroused to the point of terror. The source of this arousal was sometimes less than an image and less than a sentence. Somewhere in Henry Miller, he observes the shadow his...
(studio visit)
Ghislaine Leung
2.1.1
How to do a studio visit with an artist who has no studio?
(conversation)
Phillip Lai
2.1.1
I am early to visit the sculptor Phillip Lai at his studio in Essex, just outside of London. It’s hidden somewhere behind the Royal Opera House’s production workshop, so I steal a partial view. Huge illusion-making is...
(I wish I’d made)
Mother Tongue
2.1.1
In two days’ time I will have landed in Hong Kong. Our birthplace, as far as I know. It will be seven years since I last returned. Popo was still alive then – tiny and frail, but alive. I’ll visit the temple for her,...