A Living Artist

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A Living Artist – Dana Jaye

Just You and Me, Write? Dear Write, I made things before I knew I was making things. I made things before I made sure I had a me. I don’t know why. I don’t like myself much and would rather have a thing that is me that is outside of me and I like myself […]

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A Living Artist – Joe Weil

Pratfalls I am asked to go to lunch with the visiting famous poet. I have watched many famous poets chew: Louise Gluck, Thomas Lux, Gerald Stern, Li Young Lee… If you have a couple books out and teach, you may be asked to lunch. No one will argue Mayakovski with you and slam your head […]

A Living Artist – Zach Meyer

I Am A Monster And You Should Be Too Oh my god. I love money. I love it more than I ever have. And since moving to New York City, I now have fantasies of crushing everyone else around me while wearing a tuxedo. I sincerely despise romanticism, and the nostalgia of the 1950’s art […]

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A Living Artist – lewis levenberg

What scares you about the machines? Whatever it is, you’ll get over it. It’s more or less a human being thing. You walk day to day, paycheck to paycheck, smothering the city in a passionate misgiving. Some produce more elaborate conclusions, some do more, more diligently. You entail the final speculation. Anyway, it’s not really […]

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A Living Artist – Justin Woo

I think artists are just people.  We’re like poorly compensated accountants. Or baristas. Or cubicle jockeys (of which I am one). It’s a craft and a skill, sure, but that’s about it. It’s not a lot more mysterious than that. I think that there are as many ways of being artists as there are artists […]

A Living Artist – Simone Kearney

art·ist   : a collage /ˈärtist/ to be able to read thomas aquinas, his writings on grace and look at abel ferrara regarding his take on saints and sinners but also to be able to have the freedom to reflect on the new york jewish artist genius lawrence weiner’s statement in 1968 regarding the work of […]

A Living Artist – Moshe Siegel

Art is inspiration, revelation, introspection, yes, but also it’s a painting, a photo, some words on a page: artifice by human hands. How much faith do we put in human hands? How reliable are we as narrators? Do any of us know what the fuck is going on? (A wink and nod from artist to […]

A Living Artist – Kristen Tomanocy

When I was very young I used to spend hours pretending to be a dog—crawling around on my hands and knees, licking my paws, and wearing a pink studded collar. I even got my little brother to sneak cereal from the kitchen so I could eat it out of a bowl on the ground. I […]

A Living Artist – Edgar Oliver

Brooklyn I wander aimlessly across Brooklyn as much as I can. Any day I have free – if it is not too bitterly cold – or torrentially rainy or wildly windy – I head to Brooklyn – either on foot across one of the bridges, or else by subway. Even on rainy days I often […]