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William Powhida is an artist who makes fun of the art world.
It’s so damn long ago that I started remembering myself from a movie. Walking around in circles in a widely-striped tan. . .
As of this moment I am practicing the letter. Sitting alone at my kitchen table, tonight, ten-thirty, I am practicing how to. . .
In Edinburgh an American looked up at the castle, if it was the castle and not a housing project.
“‘Explosion without an objective,’ declared Miles Blundell, ‘is politics in its purest form.’”—Thomas. . .
The Michael Cohen Way: dance around the edges of sketchiness.
There's some kind of conspiracy happening here, but do you know what it is, Mr. Jones?