Author Archives: jolanta

Kate Clark’s taxidermic sculptures are disarming. With patience and skill, she marries sympathetic, sculpted human faces to animal forms, creating hybrid creatures that awaken in the viewer a sense of wonder while also encouraging somber rumination. Not long ago similar creations—mummified mermaids, mounted werewolves—filled circus side shows and toured natural history museums, providing audiences with […]

Johan Berggren: Right now we are sitting in an amazing house about 20 minutes away from inner city Stockholm. This is where you and Miriam Bäckström, also an artist, live. It’s a bit secluded but it must be very relaxing out here. How long have you lived here? Carsten Höller: About five years. We lived […]

Ain Cocke: Let’s just fuck the intellectual talk…. Let’s talk about sex. What was the first time you got laid like? Tell me if you want, but I’m just kidding. No tell me. Colter Jacobsen: I was in Rome; his name was Angelo and he was just that, an angel. He was a French/Italian who […]

Dressing the surfaces of Yvon Lambert’s project space with an uninterrupted stream of translucent words, and with a bichrome wallpaper of Chinese lotuses composed of dirty messages and comprising pornographic scenes, Tsang Kin-Wah debuted in New York last fall with new signature installations. Their underlying “anger” was calibrated toward an American audience—rants like FUCKINGWHITEAMERICANSUPERFICIALIST, DAMNTHEAMERICANSDAMNTHEMUSLIMS, […]

Wu Rijin, one of the main representatives of super-form visual art, recently finished a set of works entitled “City Series.” Using new visual language, and themes such as co-existing, restraining, destroying, and altering, this set of works concerns the excessiveness of contemporary culture. Combining signs of the city and the wolf totem—representing civilization counterbalancing nature […]

Chris Johanson: When I first saw your work, I saw the little handmade books with complicated folds made out of fragile paper, and stencils that were painted on the sidewalks. Jo Jackson: I was so shy about making art. Everything was about being tiny and enfolded or authorless in the night. I was working in […]

I’m very attracted to the space within language where the ordinary meanings of words shift and suddenly we’re in new territory we couldn’t have dreamt of. The title of this painting comes from a Wallace Stevens poem with the line, “How clean the sun when seen in its idea”—possibly meaning that in making art, it’s […]