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Karl Wirsum, Through the Crack in My Head I Heard Someone Call My Name, 1987, acrylic on canvas, 44.75 x 50.75 x 2 inches.
Georgina Hay, Plant study #8, 2017, color photograph.
Wendy Red Star. Top: iilaalée = car (goes by itself) + ii = by means of which + dáanniili = we parade, lithograph, 24 x 38 in. Bottom: Spring, 2006, color photograph. From the series “Four Seasons.”
Penelope Umbrico, For Sale / Televisions from Craiglist, 2008–2011, thirty-five digital c-prints mounted to aluminum, 11" x 17" each.
Nobuaki Takekawa, Club Burning-Hell, 2015, acrylic on canvas.
Yuri Masnyj, Life in Cities: Self Help, Condo Development, Task Management, 2016, graphite, watercolor, acrylic paint, colored pencil, ballpoint pen, and correction fluid on paper, 38 x 28.5 in.
Monday morning.
On This Day in 1936, painter Arthur Dove recorded the day’s weather.
Art historian Rachel DeLue demonstrates the importance of reading Dove’s diaries in conversation with his artwork in the Spring 2016 issue of the Archives of American Art Journal: “Diaries are equally things to be visually investigated, unpacked, and thought critically about. And this looking and thinking leads, in Dove’s case, to the realization that certain ideas, investments, and motifs–among them circles, music, metal, electricity, radio, and the weather–unfold across the whole of his production, from his letter writing and diary keeping to his poetry, prose, painting, and sculpting.”
Waldemar Cordeiro, Idéia Visível, 1956.
Roger Duvoisin’s cover for the June 13, 1953, issue of The New Yorker.
Letterpress posters by Amos P. Kennedy Jr., bookmaker, journeyman printer, and Alabaman.
Léon Bakst, May (costume study for La Nuit ensorcelée), 1923, graphite and watercolor on paper; Etude de motif, 1923–24, gouache on paper.
Richard Tuttle, Lable 5-8, 2003, suite of four etchings with aquatint, spitbite, sugarlift, softground, and fabric colle, 16 x 16 in.
Caroline Sury
Njideka Akunyili Crosby, 5 Umezebi Street, New Haven, Enugu, 2012, acrylic, charcoal, pastel, color pencil and transfer on paper, 7 ft. x 8.75 ft.; Her Widening Gyre, 2011, charcoal, acrylic, collage and xerox transfers on paper, 6 ft. × 4.5 ft.
The handmade, low-fi quality of the book—bits of cutout paper welded together, the pulpy newsprint on which it is printed—is sympathetic to the title’s reference to a manual mechanism that has been superseded by a more technologically advanced version, the vacuum cleaner. That notion of irrelevance plays out in the stories in the various ways men behave toward women. In one story, a man pursues a woman’s affections; she demurs, uncertain of his proposal. “I am Dust-Resistance for you. Me Clean ‘Magic’ carpet love,” he purrs. “When a woman Carpet Sweeper,” she sighs, trailing off. And later (and elsewhere in the book), she exclaims, “Ford you sweepmaster!” In the language of domesticity and commodities Doucet employs, this becomes an ultimate statement: a man can be a sweepmaster, but women regularly are made to feel like carpet sweepers. (The phrase carpet sweeper and its shabby connotations reminds me of Bashmachkin, the bullied clerk of Gogol’s “The Overcoat,” whose name means “carpet slipper.”) Read more.