Colin Raff proceeds into the biotic sculpture room

Again a little further away, in the small, unincorporated community of Joshua Tree, Noah Purifoy’s Outdoor Museum is another alternative desert site. This one was born, however, not so much out of a pseudo-spiritual longing, but from the desire of an artist for an environment to realise his vision.

DamNation undoubtedly falls within your category of “contemporary environmentalist pop docs flooding Netflix, with their smooth animated graphics emulating hand drawings, and their nature-porn photography, and their Sufjanian soundtracks.”

I want to propose the erotic, one of the uses of the erotic, as a kind of radical formalism, a surrender to and infiltration of phenomenology, for which poetry is the ideal medium.

American Aristocracy, Triangle Film Corporation, 1916 by Heather Lang The other world is ours, yours and mine, this hazy kingdom of silent film and forgotten Polaroids. – Gregory Robinson The quiet associations between silent movies and prose poems within Gregory Robinson’s unique book, All Movies Love the Moon, are...

The rise of a woman photographer with the advent of photography and of women’s emancipation presents an irresistible moment of reflection.

The last room of the exhibition gathers together portraits of friends and exiles done in Bordeaux, and puts at the centre the masterpiece Goya painted in 1820, Self-Portrait with Doctor Arrieta. It is the show’s most daunting moment.

Parsed from the Greek, necronym literally translates as “death name.” It usually means a name shared with a dead sibling.

Gnomish Agnès Varda, with her mushroom cap of hair dyed the color of a dark, ripe cherry, with her visual groaners—she operates in the spirit of happenstance, fearless of mockery.