Unreleased Basquiat unveiled, Ghana's renaissance captured, hospital exhibits—the works.
"he believes he’s the fox / and it's his dinnertime / he believes he’s the barn / and all the animals inside"
They were not a lonely turquoise skateboard wheel made to live all by itself . . . a wheel that anyone could come along and spin, and did.
From 에세이스트의 책상; Translated by Deborah Smith
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It is the first week of fall, and Venice smells like sagebrush. Kevin Ancell, the Dogtown street kid turned renaissance painter, is smoking outside the gallery, telling how this building was “the original boathouse for the gondolas.” In a couple of hours, much of the California surf community, mobilized by Kelly Slater’s latest social media post, will flood the space.