Briney Breezes: The Sun-Baked Bruise
“Briney Breezes” is a distinct and somehow discomfiting collection of images between Charles Johnstone and the tireless Aaron McElroy.
Despite My Intention: An Interview with John Divola
“I consider the photograph as an imprint, remnant, of an activity. The fact that the photograph exists implies a viewer located it at a specific place and time”. Brad Feuerhelm in Conversation with John Divola, October 2015 BF: I’ve been reading some of your interviews from the 80’s to present. What strikes me is the consistency […]
ASX.TV: Doug Rickard “N.A.” (excerpt) (2015)
Little Big Man Gallery – Los Angeles Video by Doug Rickard Original score by Greg Magnuson 2014-2015.
Raymond Depardon: ‘Manhattan Out’ and ‘Adieu Saigon’
from Manhattan Out @ Raymond Depardon and courtesy Steidl What exists of the sensual atmosphere is counterbalanced by scenes like street-side school for teaching the newly-blind how to walk and the mangled bodies, living and dead, just hanging around. By Owen Campbell, ASX, September 2015 2015’s Adieu Saigon is a collection of images shot in […]
An Interview with Goran Bertok: Dead Meat, Bright Lights
“There is a relevant question: can I learn anything from a dead body, from a corpse without a name and history? It is only a dead piece of meat that has a certain shape but it has no story. So I document dead piece of meat, indeed”. An Interview with Goran Bertok, by Brad Feuerhelm […]
Takashi Kawashima: Transcending the Real, Digital Alchemy
from New Coast, And a Fragment of a Woman, (2013) It all happened in a second. With the rumbling of a great sound. On the next day, it was snowing, and people were freezing in cold recalling that scene… By Sunil Shah, ASX, September 2015 The story starts from greeting a woman. Recording #1 23’ […]
On Carly Steinbrunn’s ‘The Voyage of Discovery’
Carly Steinbrunn’s ‘The Voyage of Discovery’ is a self-contained universe, a set of images that are also gateways to a journey inside of signs.
Joseph Charroy: Fata Morgana Mud
Flies dancing in the light hovering above his eye, occasionally dropping to his occulus to suck at the seam of his eyelid; some sweet nectar from his unproven young tear duct. The tram screeches to a halt, its connecting magnetic antennae cascading sparks across the front of the train. The driver yelling inanities and expletives […]