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GPDF204 : Barrett White : PUNCTD

Barrett White

PUNCTD

2016

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Amalia Ulman: Stock Images of War

Video trailer for artist Amalia Ulman’s solo exhibition Stock Images of War, which opened at James Fuentes in New York City in January of this year.

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Piotr Żołądź: blueboy

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FEATURED NEWHIVE (4)

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Taj Bourgeois

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Greetings! A Call for Art and Video Submissions

As editor, it is my goal to feature a diverse range of voices and practices: everything from paint by number to post-conceptual digital performance will be considered. Just because you don’t have an extensive CV doesn’t mean you can’t submit (not to say we won’t feature some established artists along the way). As long as it is aesthetically and critically engaging, we want to know what you have on your work bench.

So, please submit. I’d love to see your work, and maybe say a few things about it, too.

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Art Scene Zine February 2012

Artist Spotlight: Should We Be Watching This? The Performance Art of Blank White

Full Circle: Bringing Earthworks Back to Paper

House of Cards

Vandal at the Louvre

Pipeline Carnage Turned Installation Art

Spirit Cat and the Tape Revolution

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Scrimscape

The emo girl turned to her father. I think the world is over now, she said. They were standing on a precipice overlooking a city. The clay evoked the fire and fire provoked them. Jumbled bones in the ardor. Her daddy was a wire-covered bovine of a man. He turned and hocked and spit and popped open a can of lukewarm Four Loko. Seems to be that way, he replied.She scoffed and blinked her eye. The other one had been torn out by a piece of shrapnel. Only a thick tortoise shell scar carved in her small white head remained. She was wearing a zombie Hello Kitty t-shirt spored by chickenshit. His round stomach dribbled at the edges of his waistline. He sipped Four Loko. In his free hand the daddy held  a scorched piece of wood, a giant matchstick. He was not responsible for the crackling. He could not pretend that he had hurt a thing. Had they not been hiding in the forest, eating deer cancered by the fumes, they would not have survived. Now no home could be distinguished. But they both felt strongly about this one.

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Blank White seeks to make a script from glowing ham-colored lightbulbs.