Peter Mann: A Perfumed Hand Grenade
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“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 […]
” The overlapping of basic subjects, the presentation of identities and where life/energy goes, is embedded in these content matters which superficially seem to be diverse but are really very intimately related. Life is a multi-faceted coin that we each need to turn in many ways”. Brad Feuerhelm, ASX, September 2015 BF: I have been […]
“Every dried out mummy-corpse, every dead child, every snarl of these fucking dogs – it’s like they invade my dreams- I can’t get relief either awake or asleep.”
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”Start to live; start to see how you can be dead and alive at the same time instead of alive and alive.”
Within the event of this testimonial, we have supervised a position of conducting, in negative harmonics, a passage between the afterworld of death and our ability to master control over its parts by maintaining formal contact with the sub-committee of horror. Candy apples and razor blades Little dead are soon in graves I remember […]
@ The Estate of Dash Snow and Courtesy DAP Art shouldn’t be a product of the art world, but a product of the world world. By Owen Campbell I told my friend I was reading Glenn O’Brien’s intro essay to Dash Snow’s I Love You, Stupid. He said he always thought Dash Snow was […]
@ Nobuyoshi Araki Feeling of Spring Unworthy of Compassion. By Alex Bocchetto, ASX, March 2015 As soon as I open I open Marvelous Tales of Black Ink I’m welcomed by a woman with mysterious eyes, her tits squeezed by hemp rope, She’s looking in the camera with a vague hint of ennui like she’s out […]
@ 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 […]
“In Butte, Montana, he photographed a slovenly, middle-aged woman in her car with a sullen child staring out of the window behind her. He showed a bench full of decrepit old people in St. Petersburg, Florida, staring at nothing in particular while a shiny new Pontiac whizzed by on the street behind them.” By […]
“To start, not all of the pictures that a photographer makes are important.” Photography as Art: The Involvement of the Photographer with His/Her Subject and Photography as Historical Evidence Transcribed February 9, 2001 Translated for ASX by Osvaldo Sanviti, 2013 Life goes on before us in a continuous flow. To freeze a fragment in an […]