Kyle Thomas Hemingway: The ephemera edit

An ongoing digital archive of 1,364 items (and counting) proving that I read, I saw, and I actually paid attention.

Collection

Art history

  • Unlicensed : Bootlegging as Creative Practice

    Edited by Ben Schwartz

    “That’s something I really enjoy, to kind of stick your brain into somebody else’s brain and figure out how he or she did something. There is a real learning process that is happening there, and it’s how I learned about so much. There is a sort of embodied element to it, you have to actually go through the process, and I think when you do that there is a lot to be gained.”

  • Curator Conversations

    by Tim Clark

    “…the writer and critic David Levi Strauss has observed: ‘One could say that the split within curating – between the management and control of public works (law) and the cure of souls (faith) – was there from the beginning. Curators have always been a curious mixture of bureaucrat and priest.’”

  • Reclaiming Art in the Age of Artifice

    by J.F. Martel

    “Any adequate response to the mystery of existence must be poetic, for only the poetic can take on the ‘why.’”

  • Open Questions: Thirty Years of Writing about Art

    by Helen Molesworth

    “Queerness is the pursuit of happiness embodied. Queerness is the pursuit of happiness registered as both a necessity and a virtue. Queerness is the statement—sexual, aesthetic, intellectual, and affective—that one’s happiness belongs to oneself and must be pursued as such.”

  • “An artist’s job was not to give aesthetic pleasure—designers could do that; it was to step back from the world and attempt to make sense or comment on it through the presentation of ideas that had no functional purpose other than themselves.”

  • Out of This Century: Confessions of an Art Addict

    by Peggy Guggenheim

    “When the nuns came to be blessed by the Patriarch, who on special holy days, went by my house in a motorboat, I detached the phallus of the horseman and hid it in a drawer. I also did this on certain days when I had to receive stuffy visitors, but occasionally I forgot, and when confronted with this phallus found myself in great embarrassment. The only thing to do in such cases was to ignore it. In Venice a legend spread that I had several phalluses of different sizes, like spare parts, which I used on different occasions.”

  • “Kiki’s never sure if she’ll perform, until she does. Sometimes she’s not in the mood, says she’s too drunk. It’s different now that people come here to watch her, now that she stands in front instead of among them. They clang their cutlery and chant her name until she takes her place in the light and starts her slow-motion dance, no distance to lend her mystery, no stage to make her majestic, everyone sharing the same heat and smelling the same sweat.”

  • Power and Paradise in Walt Disney’s World

    by Cher Krause Knight

    “If you keep a place clean, people will respect it; if you let it get dirty, they’ll make it worse…Just make the park beautiful and you’ll appeal to the best side of people. They all have it; all you have to do is bring it out.”

  • Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency

    by Olivia Laing

    “We’re so often told that art can’t really change anything. But I think it can. It shapes our ethical landscapes; it opens us to the interior lives of others. It is a training ground for possibility. It makes plain inequalities, and it offers other ways of living.”

  • The Icon Hunter: A Refugee’s Quest to Repatriate Her Stolen Cultural Heritage

    by Tasoula Georgiou Hadjitofi with Kathy Barrett

    “Never lose faith in humanity.”

  • “The beauty of realization is a beauty that always takes more time to show itself as beauty than pure beauty does…it is only beauty when the things that follow it are created in its image.”

  • Seven Days in the Art World

    by Sarah Thornton

    “I’m an atheist, but I believe in art. I go to galleries like my mother went to church. It helps me understand the way I live.”

  • “‘Every member of the audience,’ marvelled one visitor, ‘had a listening-tube, hung on the back of the seat in front, with a pair of little knobs that you placed in your ears; at the other end of the listening-tube a phonograph played a text synchronized with the pictures.’”