John Reed with Rita McBride
“I want to go back to a time before hard lines and divisions, when art and science were joined in alchemy because when an idea transcends any category there is a confluence of elements that are far beyond anything tangible.”
Rita McBride’s work inspires quiet awe and formal glee. Her installations are wry, architectural, archeological, and compositionally astute. In this universe, she is an artist, but in some not-too-vibrationally distant multi-verse, she is a superhero, with the origin story of an engineer gone mad. Over the course of several conversations and emails, she and I chatted about the direction of her work, and her current laser and marble-dust installation, Particulates, on view at Dia ...
John Reed with Miguel Angel Hernandez
To be a critic is to be an immigrant in one’s own country. It is to seek the new in the oh-so familiar. It is to insist on understanding when judgment comes easily, and seek surprise and the overturning of one’s own certainties. It is to want to be wrong. To prefer to be wrong.
Perhaps that’s what drew me to Miguel Angel Hernández’s novel Escape Attempt, recently translated by Rhett McNeil for an English language edition from Hispabooks. The narrative tells of a suspicious box — part of an artist installation — and a missing immigrant, and a moral conundrum that is well beyond the arbitration of our coiled cerebellum and our snaky self-justifications. I saw, in Escape Attempt, the high-wire act of a novelist and critic; a creative performance of engaging every question while deferring every answer.