The work of performance artist and social choreographer Ernesto Pujol is deeply invested in space and place. He is an artist who listens and responds to architecture. Often staging his work in emblematic and historic buildings, Pujol is a master at mining the silences between the spaces. His work encourages…

Edge, border, wall-each denotes a barrier in increasing degrees of opaqueness. But we live in a profoundly paradoxical age: The architecture of our present epoch, mediated between our virtual and physical experiences, is like nothing we have ever experienced before. Distant yet imagined closeness through whatever media is at hand…

PART ONE — There are moments when the universe spits you into obsolescence — a perceptual misunderstanding with one’s body and one’s eternal narrative. Purging is clarifying, a cleanse of karmic remembrances, immortalized, like an intricate dance with all of the others you’ve lost and longed, before you can even know what hit…

The everyday holds the substance of divinity. It’s written in our DNA — finely-tuned precision made matter — and it reveals itself often in the most subtle and poetic means, if one pays attention. “You believe in miracles?” The protagonist of AMÉLIE(LE FABULEUX DESTIN D’AMÉLIE POULAIN), Amélie Poulain, is asked…

There is no place like home, be it good, flawed or ephemeral. What defines home, that which we come from and that which we create, are mirrors into ourselves. Penelope Spheeris’ SUBURBIA tells a tale of the loss of innocence, and concurrently, a story of radical inclusion, where acceptance into…

Eternal questions of existence manifest in perpetuity in art. The questions ultimately do not change over time, but the reality of existence does change. Nearly half a century since its release, Andrei Tarkovsky’s SOLARIS posits fundamental questions still current about man’s dominance over nature, the very nature of nature, and…

PART THREE All at once, we broke one barrier. If I could count all the times in my life that I stepped into spaces that are unknown, unplanned and unreal that resulted in opening a door into more than I could have imagined, it might be possible to assure you…

PART TWO — It’s as if time stopped. Absolutely nothing else in the world matters except exactly everything here. This material, this fluidness, opening me while closing me, has cradled a portal into a whole state. I can’t describe it. I can only feel it. Is that velvet red, or am I only…

PART ONE — Julienne, a Danish-French fashion designer, sits in a Parisian café with her ex-mother-in-law. The café, wooden-paneled and plaster, invites whispers of light flittering about between herself and aged window panes, illuminating the speckles of dust slowly moving downward in air. Some speckles fall to the brick floor and will be…