Robert Adams -“Summer Nights Walking” (2009)

By Doug Rickard, ASX, April 2010 As the summer night falls and the crickets chirp, the sky slightly aglow from the street lamps, the stillness comes. And the stillness of the summer dark lays over the land like a warm blanket surrounding a child and it becomes a paradox. The blanket gives the impression of […]

Shootin’ range traps, “Holy F-K’s” and claps in THE GREAT UNREAL.

  Shootin’ range traps, “Holy F-K’s” and claps in THE GREAT UNREAL.   By Doug Rickard, ASX, March 2010 Into the wind, and the never-ever-end of the great-wide-open beckons… so off you go and it gusts in ear and it whispers, “have no fear”. Down the road you fly… pulled forward as the dust lights […]

VICTOR COBO: “Remember When You Loved Me”

“Remember When You Loved Me” By Doug Rickard There is a place of inner dreams… a love thirst of viscious longing that can inhabit the body, fill the mind and suck one inward with the relentless force of black hole gravity. The pull is ferocious as the fantasies grow. And isolation from society becomes a […]

Jim Goldberg’s ‘Raised By Wolves’ as a Non-Fictional Multi-Media Narrative

While we as viewers are aware that Goldberg is as present in the scenes as the characters themselves, the teens seem to forget about him and allow him to record their most private moments. Raised By Wolves as a Non-Fictional Multi-Media Narrative By Sarah Wichlacz “It’s not like you can go home and watch TV.” […]

Untitled by Diane Arbus (1996)

Untitled by Diane Arbus, New York, Aperture 1995 By Elsa Dorfman Originally published in The Women’s Review of Books, January 1996 Best known for her portraits of people who live on the margins of society – giants, midgets, freaks, transvestites, nudists – Diane Arbus is an undisputed master of photography. Her work is in every […]

TONY STAMOLIS: “Frezno” (2008)

 FREZNO IS WACK.   By Doug Rickard, for ASX, 2008 Take a fast-drive into a cement wall… broken AC / sweat stained moustache drippin’ – ugly streets& stupid palm trees standin’ in a row tellin’ you to run away from here!  Dirt in your ratty hair – Mexican blood on your vinyl seat –broken glass […]