Share your anxieties, hopes, horrors, and pleasures around relationships in this quick installation I made at the Dublin branch library in metro Columbus, Ohio. Many responses will be included in a permanent public artwork installed in the area next year. This was inspired by the pains of our age, particularly
I made a Midnight Radio episode with James! I offered some songs for him to mix together in his land of reverb. He asks guests this one question and here's my answer: Do you believe in god or any spiritual dimension to the universe? Yes. Watching Carl Sagan&
Making Bodies Without Organs "Communities of humans would be separated into a number of regions and isolated from one another completely… The fewer of you there were, the more plantlike you became, and in the end, the majority of the individuals who remained lapsed into dormancy. You know,
“When you will have made him a body without organs, then you will have delivered him from all his automatic reactions and restored him to his true freedom.” —Antonin Artaud “This is how it should be done: Lodge yourself on a stratum, experiment with the
Momentary collage in the Benesse House Park Lounge on Naoshima island. Postcard of Relatum-Silence by Lee Ufan, green tea wrapper, Naoshima guide fragments, Hiroshi Sugimoto table (glass over Japanese horse chestnut tree).
Momentary collage in a tea room in Tokyo. Rice cracker wrapper, vintage magazines, wood table. Made to the sounds of James's latest free mix The Red Curtain , an ode to David Lynch and a shadowed slinky space where I do my best thinking.
"In his book about the future (in this case, now our past), Stanislaw Lem said that from the end of the 1980s, it was shown to be a technical necessity to give the machines periods of rest during which, free from 'programming instructions,' they could fall to
I dreamt that James and I were in a sinister world where people were throwing homunculi at me—little men the size of spiders. If I chanted, "This is not real. This is not real..." and focused on mundane details like a bureau of drawers, I could
I watched a British thriller called The Suspect based on a headline describing it as “preposterous but strangely compelling.” It was, and I enjoyed Aidan Turner sustaining intense confusion on his face. The Lazarus Project and The Capture are much better British thrillers, but I started thinking “
Since ancient times, carving text into clay and stone has been a way to commemorate events, preserve beliefs, and memorialize the dead. In her Epitaph series, Chang applies the same reverence to handwritten reflections from visitors to her installations. Building up extensive layers of paper and gesso on canvas,
When I feel stress, I think of Ugolino who was locked in a tower with his sons and grandsons, forced to choose between starvation and cannibalism, and then I remember things aren’t so bad. 
If the condo is on fire, I would grab the pouch of handwritten notes: James’s atomic specks, Mom’s balanced strokes, Dad’s whipping cursive. Their souls feel implanted in these lines, whether it's Agong’s thoughts on world religions or Mom’
The Chinese chop or seal has been used for thousands of years and is still used as an official form of signature. Chang's Static series is informed by the enduring use of seals and the calligraphic discipline of replicating venerated texts as an act of mastery. She creates