“To create one’s own world takes courage.” I first encountered this quote when visiting the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum in New Mexico and her estate at Ghost Ranch, where I was introduced to her work. I’m not often one who is deeply impacted by quotes, but once I read this sentence in 2020, Georgia O'Keeffe's words became the first day of the rest of my life. At the time, something struck me about her work that I could not understand as a budding artist. But I’m not the only one O’Keeffe has inspired.

The current exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago titled “Ellsworth Kelly: Spectrum Colors Arranged by Chance” brings together for the first time the complete series of collages that Kelly produced in Paris between 1951 and 1953. The series consists of nine works on paper and one painting made in September of 1953 to bring the investigation to completion. The format of the works consists of one initial longish rectangle and then eight squares “arranged by chance in a 40-inch-wide grid formation” (quoted from the exhibitions literature). Again, as stated in the exhibition notes, these works were produced during a crucial phase of development in the artist’s career.

At the time, Kelly was continuing to move away from his traditional atelier type education of drawing from the figure in the morning and painting from the figure in the afternoon and these collages deepened his commitment to chance-based techniques and non-compositional strategies. Kelly was also attracted to papier gomette, a commercially produced “gum-backed colored paper commonly used by French schoolchildren” in 20 available colors in order to free himself from expected color combinations. He was also attracted by the humble nature of the material to undercut the work as a precious art object.

Personal adornment is as much a form of concealing as revealing. I approach “Christina Ramberg: A Retrospective” from the perspective of fashion. The artist was a painter who knew how to sew, holding a lifelong fascination with fashion, observing its trends, ideals, and fetishes with a critical eye since her early years watching her mother get dressed. The artist made much of her own clothing, given fashion’s limited offerings for a woman of her 6’ 1” stature. Fashion was one of many visual sources that fueled Ramberg’s creative practice.

A little setup to get us going. The opening lines (in part) of the interview with Richard Rorty in Volume 2, number 2 of the Bridge Journal by Sam Fleischacker are:

“Philosophers used to be heavily in the business of arguing for or against religious faith of various kinds. Most of us have stopped doing that, but in a time where the return to a very traditional and non-rational Christianity, Islam and Judaism has become such a prominent, and dangerous, feature of the world’s political landscape, isn’t this a job to do which we should return? On your views, though, it would be difficult to do that, no?

“It was in great part to prove or disprove the existence of God, miracles, an afterlife, etc. that much of the heavy machinery of the metaphysical and epistomological systems you oppose was developed. It is hard to imagine launching a useful argument on these questions using merely the tools of science, literature, or its political rhetoric. So if you agree with me that it is imperative to return to that issue—and maybe you don’t—how would you think we should go about doing it?”

“‘Only in Dark the Light’ is Pooja Pittie’s third solo exhibition at McCormick Gallery, which has represented the artist since 2016. The seven paintings and three fiber art installations on view were made in 2023 and 2024. The paintings build upon yet depart from the artist’s previous work, while the fiber art carries her evocative abstraction, exuberant color, and irregular lines into a new medium.

“My first impression of the show was formed on the sidewalk. Two intriguing works—’Nowhere to Hide’ and ‘Be in Softness’—were on view through the windows. Nowhere to Hide is a 40-inch square of colors laid in rhythmic, choppy strips. I misperceived it as collage, but once in the gallery, saw that it was canvas painted with acrylics—greens, yellows, reds, and blues washed the surface like watercolors. What I had seen as collage were actually wavering lines in the foreground that appeared to segment the color-washed background into strips.”

A late October Saturday night wind off the lake cut through Henry’s bulky olive winter parka, prickly wool suitcoat, and button-down, heavily starched white shirt. Before dinner, playing two-hand touch anywhere in Lincoln Park, low clouds had threatened snow. Now, yellow streetlights lit the Inner Drive’s sidewalk as Wes and Henry slogged their way south to the Fortnightly.

The morning of the press event for Nicole Eisenman: What Happened at the MCA, I am so nervous I get downtown an hour early. I feel underqualified, underprepared, and underdressed, and I haven’t even made it into the building. I wonder if I should have brought some kind of felt hat with an index card that says PRESS. I fear they won’t even let me in the front door without my ‘PRESS’ hat, and I frantically google milliners near me. The MCA is large and imposing, and I feel very small and meek and hatless.

“Museums can be very painful sites for Native peoples, as they are intimately tied to the colonization process,” Amy Lonetree, a Ho-Chunk Nation art historian, wrote in the Introduction of Decolonizing Museums: Representing Native America in National and Tribal Museums [1]. For decades, the public has shaped their understanding of the Native people and their culture around museum and curator-led collections and exhibitions that are often outdated and unrepresentative, erasing not only the indigenous community’s history and heritage but also the progression and development.

As such, indigenous people must reclaim their collective identity.

The historic Colvin House, a 1909 Prairie style house by architect George Maher, was the setting for dropshift dance’s newest evening length production Rooms. The piece, “a sensory recapitulation of our past” was the culmination of a two-year process that brought together 3 sections of the work, DWELL/burrow, bloom and objects, that had previously been performed separately.

Rachel DeWoskin’s book is a journey through feelings, behaviors, and actions. The poems within act as a bridge of expression between how all living fauna act on their experiences. There are tales of traveling, taxidermy, fear, the loss of a father figure, and everything in between. The perspectives range from within, be that an inner animal, an inner child, or whatever voice that controls someone’s impulse.

I read a study once that said our idea of pain was stronger in the present than when we were asked to recall it later. We’ll say “It wasn’t so bad after all” when it had been bloody shitty. Just like school. The nostalgia of the place. Maybe the more you suffered someplace, the more you missed it. The more that place made you. So, sometimes, we come back to it.

Life outside was dull. Faded out. Too many spins in the washing machine. Bits and pieces coming out smaller and dimmer. Waiting in line at the grocery store, thinking “Shit you forgot to weigh oranges, did you have time to go back and weigh them while leaving the rest of the groceries on the automatic belt by the cashier?” People stood behind me. A girl with a pack of tampons and an ice-cream birthday cake beginning to melt. An old guy with dog food and six bottles of coke. I just wanted to curl into a ball. So I left all my groceries on the belt, and walked out, just as the cashier's voice shouted, "Who's groceries are these? Hey? hey!" and I was gone.

The Onion City Film Festival returns to Chicago April 4 and will run for ten days. Programmed by curator, writer and LITHIUM/TNL gallery co-founder Nicky Ni, the festival highlights experimental film and video art from internationally renowned artists. On April 5, the festival will join with the Center for Concrete and Abstract Machines [CCAM] to host [we don’t know yet] what cinema can do - a night of live A/V performances alongside three installations - at Public Works.

“The Question of Grief” (2023), a piece by Liyan Zhao incorporating lecture, light, sound and found footage, will interrogate the nature of grief and its effect on imagination and folklore. Hunter Whittaker-Brown’s “The Emissary (A Prayer)” (2024) is a vocal piece with live sound and visual processing. Brown’s work is informed by Black cosmology and Afrofuturism, and looks at mass media through an archival lens. “I am invested in breaking down the form of moving image and further unpacking the possibilities of its reconfiguration as a synecdochic act of disassembling and remaking contemporary culture at large,” Brown wrote of this piece.

Kara Walker's new show currently up at the Poetry Foundation is quiet, meditative, discreet and a welcome and refreshing departure from the usually iconoclastic and intense work that those accustomed to Walker's output would be familiar with. The title of the exhibition suggests a rebuff, a slap in the face, but also a familiarity, knowing something "like the back of your hand." “Back of Hand” displays works on paper by the American artist that foreground her long-term engagement with both language and text. 

Featuring excerpts from a handmade 2015 book comprising of a series of 11 type-written pages with ink and watercolor illustration under-glass vitrines, and the large-scale drawings “The Ballad of How We Got Here” and “Feast of Famine,” installed in the lobby, the exhibition contends directly with the contradictions of misremembered histories through Walker's pointed representation of the horrors beneath the antebellum South's genteel facades.

Taut wires on the west side of the Arts Club building run from a fence to the base of the roof. Amorphous metallic forms hang along their length. I’d bet that upon being asked “What is this thing?” most passersby couldn’t come up with “a sculpture.” It possesses the quotidian look of windchimes, not the assertive indecipherability of high art, and blends imperceptibly with the greater sights and sounds of the city. But it is there, in a handful of wispy, lustrous presences. And it is watching.

In February, the Gene Siskel Film Center concluded their second annual Settle In series with a screening of Ingmar Bergman’s 1982 epic, Fanny and Alexander. The series, which aired over January and February, put its focus on long films- films that, through their extended runtime, require the viewer to, well, settle in.

A dot in the English language is a conclusion. A period, an ellipse — a dot is where things end. Nothing else shall be said. It is absolute.

A similar absoluteness is present in the Farsi dot, known as the “noghte.” Its quantity and placement define and significantly alter a letterform’s pronunciation and, therefore, its meaning. The noghte gives birth to all meanings in the language, like a seed imprinted with a tree’s DNA in its entirety.

So, what happens if absoluteness becomes abstract, definitions blur into interpretations, and ambiguities replace clarities? What happens when everything is replaced with nothingness and predefined concepts are erased? Is the remainder endless possibilities or unfathomable chaos when all external definitions are removed? Does the perspective of nothingness invite, interrogate, or intimidate?

Throughout much of history architectural building types accommodated a number of overlapping needs in society. Religious and government buildings served as marketplaces, workshops as homes, ancient temples as a central treasury or bank, etc. Material and labor were scarce, and cultures made do. It was not until after the industrial revolution in the late 19th into the early 20th centuries that building types and single-use structures proliferated (think: energy generation, factories, lighthouses, railway stations, prisons, laboratories, crematoriums, airplane terminals, observatories, bowling alleys, malls, exhibition halls, reactors and the like). Conversely, artistic disciplines developed ever tighter ground rules to rid themselves of literary influence and define their distinctive merits and proper domains after an onslaught of new cultural forms brought about by the same cultural forces of industrialization (think cinema, photography).

Architectural practices expanded in order to define and solve the increasingly complex problems brought about by the emerging modern economy. These practices developed a tight methodology and a focused sense on function. On the other hand, the other major artistic disciplines countered the expansion of cultural forms by defining down, or restricting, the possibilities of their medium to guarantee a form of cultural production that only that medium could provide. Better to assert less, but to assert with authority. The common element between the two reactions (architecture and the other artistic disciplines) was (and still is) specificity, to assert in a meaningful way. Then a late 20th century backlash advocated, necessarily, for a new complication of these disciplines – an opening up of the space of possibility between them — the interdisciplinary. But oddly, this no man’s land of interchange, redefinition, research and expansive cultural development is accompanied by curious limitations – a constricting of the horizons of what these practices uncover, reveal or state. This interdisciplinary expansion is eclipsed by a limited statement of purpose. Meaning narrows while practice claims mushroom. 

This is my fourth season as Couture Editor of Bridge. I typically cover subjects related to fashion, and it is through that lens that I approach Diane Simpson’s exhibit at Corbett vs Dempsey. The artist has shifted her focus, in this new body of work, from articles of dress that surround the human body, to seating structures that offer support for it. Upon entering the gallery, I immediately spot a shiny sculpture hung on the distant wall of the gallery. The object attracts me like a magpie. I swoop in, weaving my body through the flock of attendees to get a closer look at the work. 

Quilted Settee is a silver wall relief, fit and flared with lines that resemble a gored princess dress cut from steel sheet metal, punctured to resemble an interlaced caning pattern. The object is cleverly fluted with flat, angled planes, and red piped seams that visually confuse the convexity of a figure with the concavity of a chair. Many of Simpson’s sculptural forms, whether referencing architecture or clothing, have a figurative quality, acknowledging forms built for human bodies.

Experimental theater in Chicago can sometimes feel constrained by prosceniums and routine when it’s not an immersive production or part of the Chicago Home Theater Festival which is, in part, how this production got its start. Or rather, how the Runaways Lab Theater got its start, under the direction of founder Olivia Lilley.

Prior to her Artistic Director role at Prop Thtr when I first met her through the Private Readings series, she was just starting to stage the living room productions of “Faust” that brought her early acclaim.

Continuing on under the artistic direction of Jessie McCarty and Dylan Fahoome, “Milking the Beast and Going to Hell” is one of the early devised theater frameworks of the company, alongside other memorable thought experiments including “Doing Drugs and Dying in Space” which dates back just as far.

Do you remember your childhood home? The small kitchen table everyone gathered around, the vintage oak cupboard with Victorian moldings your grandma bought when she got married, or the giant flower quilt you wrapped yourself in every night?

What about the first apartment you rented as you hunted for a job after college? The historic brick walls and marble decors left from decades ago, the tiny stairwell with marks left by people moving furniture in and out, or the cozy book nook you built yourself based on a Pinterest post?

We enter, exist, and interact with various architecture throughout our lives, from private residences to public buildings. Our living experience manifests in the spaces we live in, whereas the space redefines and alternates our experience and perception simultaneously. As a result, architecture becomes cultural, memorial, and archival, carrying on a collective narrative even long after its tenants’ departures.