Two big slabs -- the remains of a pair of skinned and gutted animals -- hang cheerily outside a local storefront on a sunny day. For folks who have never trained in butchery or worked as meatpackers, this sight will evoke at least some curiosity and perhaps downright disgust. The scene is particularl
Standing there among all the Sensation hubbub, somehow overshadowed by issues of elephant dung, were 21 child-sized mannequins wearing identical running shoes and standing in a circle. Some had penises where their noses should be, some had anuses in lieu of mouths, and vaginas melded the ring of bodi
One can't view the art of Henry Darger without imagining a fantastic psychological profile. Some 15,145 legal-sized pages make up his 15-volume ars poetica, "The Story of the Vivian Girls, in what is known as The Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnean War Storm, caused by the Child Slav
"I always thought that if I managed to photograph somebody often enough, I could never lose them. My photographs are, however, the proof of how much I have lost."
When Nan Goldin began photographing drug addicts, poets, musicians, and the homosexual underground, she had no idea how much she was to