April 2010

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… More

Alexa Meade

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