



I didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to read the published version of my review last night, but I did just now: with the exception of a bizarre superfluous comma or two that made it through to publication, I’m not mad at it. In case anyone living outside of Fuse’s distribution range (that is, most of the States) wants to have a look, I’ve uploaded a PDF version below. For Canadians, it’s volume 32 number 4 (September).

I had no idea (1) the issue of Fuse that I wrote a piece for this summer had come out; (2) that my review (which would ordinarily have gone in the back of the issue with the other reviews) was going to immediately follow Lee’s cover story on Detroit. Um, I guess this (3) makes me a—and you’ll have to imagine me saying this while suppressing a laugh—published… art critic? Weird!
And there’s the whole thing.
And this was the catalog/yearbook that I helped throw together for the residency at Plug In that just ended. In case anyone wants to know how that all shook out.






Since I likely won’t be moving into a studio-proper until October, I’m trying to get some print-on-demand things out of the gate, just to keep momentum. These are some spreads from a new book piece that I just sent off to the printer. The text is all culled from a Google search for “dream * that * was still alive,” and the photos are all random pictures from my iPhoto albums, where I’d taken two near-identical shots a few seconds apart.
The premise is a bit cringe-worthy, but the material is banal enough (the Billy Mays bit, culled from a Yahoo! Answers post, is particularly choice) that hopefully it won’t make anyone barf in his or her mouth a little bit.
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