I aged out of leotards and ballet—not perfectionism. But tight buns suck. And so do tightly scripted holidays.
It is hard not to see that the conditions in which an entity like ‘Immersive Van Gogh’ thrives are the same as those that devalue and exploit the labor of living artists.
Southeast Asia is a colonial construct, a modern concoction brewed from the dregs of centuries-long imperial conquest.
Fritz Kistel was a reclusive artist who produced a body of work so fabulously unproductive—in the capitalist sense—that I can’t help but admire him: He created for himself.
It’s difficult to enter an anxiety spiral while cross-stitching. Believe me, I’ve tried.
When stage shows went virtual, traditional directors declared that the form was “dead.” They are extremely wrong.
To be female and to bathe is to always be prepared for onlookers.
In art, I was seeing the world. Yet, the entire time, I could not name a single Indian artist in my family’s homeland.
Yet, my same racial mutability also poses a threat: “How can you identify a ‘them’ if it can pass for an ‘us’?”
In Taipei, my disengagement with the silk scrolls wasn’t random. It was learned.