Walter Zimmerman When I first read the term ‘zerrissenheit’, I forgot about everything else — where I was sitting, what I was reading, what I might have been thinking about doing next. It was as though a trap door had opened, dropping me into a torn and twisted landscape, composed of my own memories and experiences. Suddenly, I was navigating the … Read more
Was it really only six years ago that I watched, ceaselessly, that incendiary music video by Lady Gaga, trying to wrap my head around both the brilliance of the visual spectacle and the flagrant, transgressive despair of the underlying statement? I was trying, desperately, to fulfill an exhibition commitment — my portion of a juried three-person show at the … Read more
What do you talk about, meeting cousins again for the first time in fifty years? How do you relate the real family history from which these unsuspecting relations have been insulated, by so much time and space? When is it bad manners, to tell the truth? So I mention, as is inevitable when skimming over my childhood history, that … Read more