by Darryl Whetter
Silence is so accurate.
—Mark Rothko
How do we know when it’s love? Continue reading “Inaccurate Silence”
by Darryl Whetter
Silence is so accurate.
—Mark Rothko
How do we know when it’s love? Continue reading “Inaccurate Silence”
by Yoshiko Teraoka
I have been thinking about walls in times of crises.
In a time of inversion – when left became right and right became left, moving forward meant moving back, and the contradictory impressions of the Covid-capitalist crisis were felt on sidewalks and screens, I found myself in a habit of returning to the same music and art, while stuck inside my domestic-turned-office walls. Comfort turned into compulsion when I began staring into the contradictions of a late painting by Mark Rothko.
Continue reading “Inside/Outside”