Lobby Art

“It rained more days than it didn’t. The beds of silt turned up notched pieces of quartzite and flint. Water came up through the floorboards in the sixteen-sided candle room. The house was empty except for what the flood brought in. Miles on the river of

There are some transformations for which you can’t prepare. And others you can. This time, the color of the sky was a warning: a shattered braid of slate and orange peel, rounded shapes on brick-roof-angled edges in a supposedly-fading light. And it was a

I often think about a video that Ben made in the mid-2000s, shot in profile with his shadow cast on a dimly lit Ohio punk house wall. In the video, Ben emits, intones, and then barks “yeah” relentlessly for an uninterrupted fifteen minutes. He pushes his

Diving from an elevated perch; down deeper, where the rooms get smaller, the edges rougher, and air more saturated. Overgrown and subterranean, "Sewn the Name" is a collection of quivering dirges, new choreographies for old ceremonies. Coming in at a refr

One night, not too long ago at Union Pool in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Ryan Sawyer introduced his piece, “For Those Who Wish to Sing, Will Always Find a Song.” He invited the audience to sing along at any point they felt moved to, “just abstract ‘oohs’ and