Sacha Vega – A Visual Interview
Sacha Vega is an American artist creating at the intersection of photography, installation art, and writing, based in the Greater New York area. Through her practice, she “advises the viewer…
Read MoreSacha Vega is an American artist creating at the intersection of photography, installation art, and writing, based in the Greater New York area. Through her practice, she “advises the viewer…
Read MoreI’m laying down in a fetal position, knocked out by pain. Saliva drips from my mouth and I’m on the verge of passing out. I’ve taken a mix of random painkillers and they’re finally hitting. The pain stops; I have a mini orgasm.
Read MoreDuring the Corona time, I have been hearing the word “Normalität” almost daily in the news: the eagerness to return to “normality.” The following poem is a small glimpse of my normality.
Read Morefor three voices is an eclectic score for a sonic/olfactory performance with three voices. the original score—which you find in the body of text below—included the refrain’s scent (spirit, rosewater,…
Read MoreA large Melbourne downtown strip club. 3am. Thursday. The year is 2005. 90’s r’n’b plays. Lights change rhythmically. A woman is at work.
Read MoreYou never know how someone is going to interpret you checking in on them. When Miguel texted back that he was fine, I shouldn’t worry, I sent back a peace sign emoji –something I have never sent before in my entire life.
Read MoreHave you ever felt like you are capable of performing miracles? Have you ever wished for widespread recognition of such a miracle? Have you been looking to connect with other miracle-makers in your local area?
Read MoreGreetings and God’s blessing upon you my dear husband, Monsieur d’Allee, on this, the 2nd day of June, the year of our Lord 1321.
I deliver bad news, of which, I am sure you are already aware.
It’s the fourth century A.D. You’re a monk in the Egyptian desert, and you live in a hut not far from other monks. Every day you get up at dawn to pray, and you spend most of the rest of your day either praying or weaving baskets.
Read MoreSaint Ulrich of Zell’s day, in the year of our Lord 1518. Strasbourg. On this fine morning I walked into the market with Herr Troffea, when suddenly my feet started tapping to a rhythm I ignored. Tap tap tap.
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