Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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Ascending
“I let my turtle out, its eyes the pallid skin Of the moon, its tiny body heaving across Mountains. It reaches the sea, looks up at me, Foam curdling on…
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On Lucian Freud and the Violence in Looking
A meditation on Lucian Freud’s portraits, mortality, and the violence of looking, from familial intimacy to the abyss of horror. “To paint in the way Freud does, always from life,…
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Could we find another way?
“I had a dad with a stout body and glasses and prominent calf muscles and skin that reddened easily and fingers strong from a life of piano and wavy hair…
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Empty White Christmas
“My brother, I decided, was so awfully angry, brimmed with fuming, outrageous words that he’d sewn and strung together in long, awkward streams that slammed into my heart because he…
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Notes From the Isle Seat
A raw meditation on grief, voice, and the brutal clarity that follows loss—urging writers to abandon polish and write with unflinching truth.
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Whispers of a Dying Spring
“If all the misery of the heart were to be portrayed, I would pick you up for such an exhibition, With the fear of getting betrayed, I never fret myself…