Having an intense email conversation with an author about the conceptual merits of the art exhibitions I am curating about their book is one of the most challenging/exciting things I've had to do in awhile.

It reminds me of the time I did a riff on Zak Smith’s Gravity’s Rainbow series. (I was still a visual artist then) It took me about a year and then when I was almost done Zak showed up at my school unannounced, came to my studio and critiqued it. I could not make this shit up. He kept saying “well when I was working on Gravity’s Rainbow I was concerned with X…” All I could think was I’ve passed out in a ditch somewhere and this is one hell of a hallucination.