In my photographic practice, I work with various technologies in order to engage with certain histories. For years now, I have been focused on a particular history—that of my grandfather, Grigoriy Lipkin, and his brother, Naum, both of whom...
The email was innocuous enough. A woman wrote to me explaining how her partner had been talking about my work and how much he’d enjoyed it—in particular, he’d remembered me giving a TEDx talk about ghosts and hauntings. He’d tried to show...
Miyu studies the miniature refrigerator, which is small enough to fit in the palm of her hand; the calendar on the wall with its pages frozen in thought; a round clock the size of a thumbnail with its arms stilled at 1:25. Miniatures like...
Night, only barely. The shadow of a bird has just tucked itself into yonder branches. A black feral cat skulks his way behind the hydrangeas, which soon will bloom.
Continued healing, I said to myself, silently, each time I bowed my head in front of the fountain, each time I dunked my head in its waters. I said it again as I splashed my face and touched the water to my lips. I did these things three...
Skull-faced Venus impales you. Chalchiuhtlicue, Goddess of the East. Venus, West. Directions, too, in conflict. War inside creates war outside. All the outsides. All the insides.
