“all new learning looks at first
like chaos.”

Adrienne Rich, from “Powers Of Recuperation 

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.”

– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.”

– Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing 


Jeremy Everett - No Exit (2014)


Doug Wheeler - Untitled (1969) 


Doug Wheeler - Untitled (1969) 


Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster

1. Repulse Bay (1999)

2. Et la Chambre Orange (1992)


Cindy Wright

Michael Ifland

Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)

The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted. 

“I think of how the mystics read
by the light of their own bodies.
What a world of darkness that must have been
to read by the flaming hearts
that turn into heaps of ash on the altar,
how everything in the end is made
equal by the wind.”

Timothy Liu, excerpt from “Vox Angelica,” The New Young American Poets (Southern Illinois University, 2000