stacy j. platt

that which moves and shakes

what was so extraordinary about black box was that it managed so many things that art usually so stupendously fails at dealing with: things that have to do with politics both past and present; cultural guilt and grief; memory and forgetting; the evocation of universal themes and then the subsequent

what little girls want: the art of miwa yanagi

miwa yanagi creeps me out--in all the good kinds of ways. her images carry the capacity to go from surface to psychological in lightning-quick speed, and what lay in the subconscious afterwards folds into complex unease with a lingering, distinct aftertaste...her visual problem-solving mingled with

perfect images, written photographs and the absolute

I have come and come again to Hérve Guibert, Roland Barthes and Marguerite Duras, who all have much to say about memory, regret, experience and selfhood. All of them go to great effort to articulate a particular lost moment, and what losing that moment does to their memory of it, and of themselves.

The Art of Losing Love, pt.2: Seiichi Furuya and Christine Gössler

i first came to seiichi furuya through his most famous image, the contact sheet that shows his wife's suicide, or more precisely, shows him showing us his wife's suicide. and then coming to him through all the questions which follow such a fantastically passive event. is it mediation? astonishment?