How tragic that the G, so elegantly conceived, has become what it is today: disparaged to no end, shorter (four cars) and stopping at fewer stations (21) than your average train, and consistently ranked first in mechanical failures.
The Indian night is suffocatingly hot and the curving streets of old Hyderabad are dark and quiet. On a small little hill nearby, a dilapidated Hindu temple wears strings of yellow bulbs. A few motorbikes and rickshaw cabs are pulled up to a dimly lit tea stall.
Art In Conversation
Shortly before his exhibition at The Pace Gallery, Thomas Nozkowski and Rail Art Editor John Yau met at the gallerys warehouse to discuss his new paintings and drawings.
Art In Conversation
On the occasion of his second solo exhibit, entitled Invitation to Change Your Metaphor, with Priska C. Juschka Fine Art (October 28 - December 30, 2010) the painter Nicky Nodjoumi stopped by Art International Radio to talk with Rail Publisher Phong Bui about his life and work.
On the occasion of his recent solo exhibition To New York With Love at James Fuentes Gallery, Jonas Mekas, the indefatigable advocate of American independent cinema, graciously took the time out of his busy schedule to meet with the graduate students of the Art Criticism and Writing program at the School of Visual Arts for an in-depth conversation.
Deborah Eisenbergs stories spin taut, glistening webs between people and places that resonate at mesmerizing frequencies; they come as close to what can only be called reality as literature, at its best, can do.
How did Merce Cunningham collaborate with artists? By now its the stuff of dance history legend: the composer might be told the length of the dance; the visual artist the number of dancers, perhaps, or that nothing could be hung from above.
The uncanny is the grease on which Macbeth skids. Like gruel dredged from the weird sisters cauldrona loaded smear of newts eye and witches mummyour supernatural captivations plunge the Scottish play its way to dusty death.
On a sunny fall day in 1977, my father stepped out of a bar and collapsed on the sidewalk, the victim of a cerebral hemorrhage, and for the rest of his life was confined to a wheelchair, his legs useless, his voice slurred.
Editor's Messsage From The Editor
Other than their iconic status in the world of letters and notes, Mark Twain and John Coltrane seem entirely remote from one another.