Martha Miller — Sanctuary

Martha Miller — Sanctuary

Last February I marched up the stairs to my barn studio layered in my winter uniform: snowpants, heavy boots, heavy coat, a hat, a scarf, fingerless gloves. It was frigid and messy in the studio, but it was where I needed to be. I plugged in the electric heater, put...
Sanctuary, Refuge — Alan Crichton

Sanctuary, Refuge — Alan Crichton

I. I’m walking west on Pine in Philly, rear view university campus, wandering really, pretty lost & quite alone. No place home. My car – the green VW bus – my only refuge. Thin sleeping bag on the plywood sheet in the back. Vulnerable in a thousand ways that...