Sometimes I try to write things that I actually want people to read.
("but wait! aren't blogs public? isn't everything you write supposed to be read... and widely?" stfu, person quoted.)
Anyhow, new category for when I freelance something worthwhile.
Liquid, Fragile, Perishable (image at right by Curt Doughty)
"Ah fuck it, I love you," Debra Baxter sighs in mock defeat. She is offhandedly impersonating Vocal Cords (I Love You), her sculptural arrangement of three dwindling alabaster columns on a pedestal. They're windpipes, topped by exposed vocal cords in the process of forming those three potentially damning words. Throughout Yielded, SOIL's handsome and smart January show with Robert de Saint Phalle, Baxter rejects past tendencies for playing it safe.
