@ Kikuji Kawada From here forward, all other stars are negated by this astringent light… the pursuit of blinding myself to the sun, your memory; my final act of love… By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, March 2015 Absconding from my shell of a body, I stand looking towards the lesser lights of heaven and then, […]
@ Coco Young There are references abound… a lineage… Corinne day, Nan Goldin, a bit of Larry lark and I’d like to think a bit of Mark Morrisroe (somehow, I think this is very wishful). By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, March 2015 Coco Young’s “Vanity” on Bemojake books is an affirmation of what it is […]
@ Aaron McElroy The devil may indeed care, but there is a good chance he will simply stand idle at our emotional butchery while the moonlight plays delightful tricks along the contours of the young woman’s pubic thatch and each of her freckles is counted as a mirthful stone hurled…against an absent asbestos choked God. […]
@ Hannah Whitaker, courtesy of Morel Books Hannah Whitaker’s “Peer to Peer” with Morel books could easily be subsumed into the category of “zombie formalism” with its easy abstraction and playful dialogue of purist abstraction and aesthetic formal nuances. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, March 2015 Hannah Whitaker’s “Peer to Peer” with Morel books could […]
@ Mark Power Then, some American asshole with Christmas lights on his jacket singing a pop song about years of collective trauma and a hangover of cheap products and Stasi disappearances like he knew something, which was clear, he did not. From his leather jacket to his mullet, Hasselhoff represented the anti-Christ of […]
LORD YES!!!! FIRE FIRE FIRE BREATHE IN!!!!! The CHILDREN OF GOD AWAIT YOUR PURIFICATION. FIRE FIRE FIRE By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, February 2015 A tongue too engorged with the blood of Christ to fit into the mouths of children left bent, palpitating and writhing on the carpeted floor. There is a cleric steering […]
You see, down here, everyone becomes a pillar of salt, eventually. I am simply idling at a perversity that need not be sexual. I like to cower, but I like to cower in the profundity of political infraction and a safety of self. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, February 2015 This is a new gutter […]
Within Steffen’s book, we are not confronted with the problems of America, but rather the problem of what America could have been. A chance operation to see love, commitment, individuality and that sum of its parts made whole even if for but a very short time By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, February 2015 Mystic America. America […]
@ Paul Kooiker This is where our shared habits meet concrete. All the possessions accumulated, obsessions sought and tendered in the infernal light of my psychic affairs have led me into the unforeseen garden of these earthly delights. By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, February 2015 August, 1935 This is where our shared habits meet concrete. […]
a view from The Bungalow @ Anouk Kruithof I could lament on a narrative that these images might convey – a sort of comment on the very conception of human life, of birth and rebirth and memory and the way each of us will find a different meaning for these images – but that would, I […]
@ Corey Presha That smile in your eyes that I have wished to control, if only by a little measure at a time hides a wound within me, within you By Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, February 2015 That smile in your eyes that I have wished to control, if only by a little measure at […]
@ Peter Watkins You tow the loss like the Rock of Gibraltar around your neck hoping it doesn’t pull your body to the black emptiness at the bottom of the ocean. At times you struggle against the algae and various plankton that want a piece of you to feed on while you gasp for […]