Kaitlyn A. Kramer
Kaitlyn A. Kramer is the author of the essay collection Very Like a Whale (des pair books, 2019). Her writing and criticism appear in BOMB Magazine, the Brooklyn Rail, and Degree Critical, among other publications. She lives in New York.
Nina Katchadourian: Uncommon Denominator
By Kaitlyn A. KramerLanguage, in the hands of Nina Katchadourian, instructs like a map drawn from memory. Weaving through her associations yields a visual scavenger hunt, and getting lost is the aim. These thrills begin early in Uncommon Denominator, the artist’s engagement at the Morgan Library & Museum where Katchadourian has placed a vast array of artifacts from the museum’s collection alongside her family’s heirlooms and her own works of art.
RADICAL BODIES: Anna Halprin, Simone Forti, and Yvonne Rainer in California and New York, 1955—1972
By Kaitlyn A. Kramer“Photographs really are experience captured,” writes Susan Sontag in On Photography. The camera’s appropriation of living moments, freezing them as images, “feels like knowledge—and, therefore, like power.” When still images are extracted, they are dissociated from their context and, over time, distill the events they represent.
EVE ACKROYD & KARA ROONEY: Group Motivation
By Kaitlyn A. KramerThe painting hangs in waiting. A woman’s seated body, snug within the frame, is cropped to reveal only a neck, torso, and arms that support her upper body in repose.
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ELLIE GA: Strophe, A Turning
By Kaitlyn A. KramerTheophrastus is thought to be the first person to send a message in a bottle out to sea. In 310 BCE, in an attempt to prove the water in the Mediterranean Sea flowed from the Atlantic Ocean, the Greek philosopher sealed a message in a bottle that asked its recipient to send word from wherever it was found.
Something in the Air
By Kaitlyn A. KramerIn Waiting for Tear Gas, I recognize the faces and scenes from last summer’s protests against the systematic murder of Black people by the police, and feel the catharsis of standing alongside the community in solidarity. I recall the tear gas, the chants, the police car set aflame—all of these instances while we waited to see what change would come. With empathy and grief, we’re still waiting.
![Allan Sekula, <em>Waiting for Tear Gas [white globe to black]</em>, 1999-2000. © Allan Sekula Studio.](https://brooklynrail-web.imgix.net/article_image/image/29286/kramer-1.jpg?w=200&q=80&fit=max)
