Allison Hewitt Ward
is the cofounder of the Wrong Life Review and resides in one of those dull, generic cladding and glass arrangements in Brooklyn.
Articles
The image of CECOT tempts critique only to anesthetize it.
The cocaine may have provided some pep for the completion of Grant’s memoirs, finished only three days before his passing.
The video captions exude zen-ish positivity, with only semblances of ironic self-awareness.
People like a Yayoi Kusama because it looks like a Yayoi Kusama, i.e., polka dots.
Ancient Egypt, so strange yet familiar, is a projection screen for every age.
The MTA thinks it can teach us something about beauty. Get outta here!
The journey from social practice to blue-chip Westside gallery is an odd one.
The exhibition’s global scope is commendable, but, in spite of itself, all roads in “Clamor” lead west.
