By Massimo Cataldo I had chosen a narrow path that ran back and forth between the moors and the pine forest, which are separated by a...

The season begins with a terrible thud, and the smell of haste and rejections. Fantasy in the Hold, by Fred Moten and Stefano Harney

This is part of a new video installation I have been working on with a couple other pieces. I am currently looking for spaces or venues to e

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