April, the subtle tear of spring. These seasonal movements– scored by a languid cellist –are quaint in their sexuality. The sun asks no simple questions, and in its light I become a prospector panning damage for identity. This month T.C. Boyle sits down with me to discuss the inspiration behind Wild Child, we stream Judson Claiborne’s much anticipated second release, Time and Temperature, Thomas Matlack opines on being a good...

Acrylic on Flesh - Yes, these are living, breathing humans, stunningly painted and composed to look like portraits.