Last year, from my parents’ windows in Penang, Malaysia, a dark arm of sand appeared on the surface of the water. It was ...

In a large room, yellow glass bulbs were suspended from the ceiling, arranged like pendulums in a Newton’s cradle, lingering ...

Tatum Howey is a writer and doctoral candidate based in Los Angeles whose work circles around questions of visuality and the ...

Recently, I’ve been enjoying art that disappears. Art that combusts, implodes, melts, burns; that’s what I’m after. Google Gustav Metzger’s singed, barely-there canvases, for… ...

The Momus Critical Writing Fellowship provides sustained mentorship, editorial support, and network-building to early-career art writers, critics, and publishers. The third cohort of the Fellowship ...

Not very long ago I read Toni Morrison’s Home. This, her tenth novel, chronicles the wayward journey of a young war veteran, Frank Money, making his way back home to Georgia. The novel reroutes the ...

In Matthew Wong’s oil painting See You On the Other Side (2019), a figure in blue stands at the edge of a frozen landscape and gazes out at a house beside a mountain. A red bird hovers just off shore, ...

Claudia Ross is a writer in Los Angeles. Her fiction, essays, and criticism have appeared in The Paris Review, Artforum, The ...

The best way to fuck something up is to give it a body. A voice is killed when it is given a body. Whenever there’s a body around you see its faults. The question is, now, in an artworld and social ...

Chicago has never really recovered from Imagism. That local explosion—whose blast radius stretched from roughly the late 1940s through the mid-1970s—gave the city’s art scene the frisson that it long ...

When it comes to critical analysis of an Indigenous artist’s output, there is a tendency to circumscribe. We want to capture and we want to contain—the work, the ethos, the artist herself. We ask ...