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Lois Dodd’s show Outside In opened on the first real snowfall of the season, and both her new paintings and the melting flurries were a reminder of the agency involved in seeing—the muscle required to shift focus between objects and sort the flux of the world into something familiar.

Sky Hopinka is an artist, filmmaker, and writer from Northern Washington and Southern California. He is a citizen of the Ho-Chunk Nation and currently lives in Brooklyn NY.

While the illustrations of stuff move the story forward, the book is more a matter-of-fact account of the writer’s life than a catalogue of objects. Although the memoir itself isn’t as much about stuff as is about life events, it alludes to a problem plaguing many artists, writers, and creatives—where will all the stuff go?

Elder statesperson of the Minimalist genre Robert Grosvenor continues to grapple with the strong but inscrutable link between exercises in pure form, i.e. Minimalism, and the found object/Readymade. In both cases there is a superficial lack of narrative: the ubiquitous “it is what it is.”

Anticipatory heartbreak haunts even the most steadfast of loves, as timelines are inevitably cleaved from one another. While this truism is broadly applicable to mortal relations, I feel it most acutely in my relationship with my eight-year-old dog, Beckett, for whom years carry a different weight.

Through sculpture and film, Brooklyn-based artist, researcher, and filmmaker Suneil Sanzgiri’s first solo museum show explores histories of struggle and belonging, of identities formed between continents and unconfined by nation states. The UOVO Prize winner’s exhibition, Here the Earth Grows Gold, is comprised of three new works that posit history as fluid and in a constant state of (re)formation. Poetry emerges as a form of truth or a means of accessing memories that challenges ...

In Sheila Heti’s most recent book, Alphabetical Diaries, recurring feelings rule the page. From romantic hang-ups and desire to anxiety and ennui, the writer’s curated diaries articulate daily life’s ordinary and routine melodramas.

A recent exhibition of Stephen Antonakos’s work at Bookstein Projects felt like a finely-honed mini-survey. Works ranged in date from 1989 to 2013 and in medium from works on paper to neon-based paintings to works including found objects. Thus, while it did not go back to Antonakos’s earliest works, and it did not include neon-only pieces, it did feel comprehensive.

Following the uproar induced by the 1936 International Surrealist Exhibition in London, British artist Eileen Agar, whose work had been included in the show, traveled to Ploumanac’h in Brittany for a rest. Mesmerized by the dramatic rock formations lining the coast, she purchased a Rolleiflex camera and created a series of photographs that evinced her belief in the formation of the surreal by nature.

Goethe’s “To Lina” commands that the letters of the page, black on white, be not read but breathed so that our hearts “now can break.” What world imagines that its contracted heart is not already broken? I write this letter to you in the exposure of witness to the ongoing Nakba.