Biography of X

by Catherine Lacey

I felt that I was a towel with which he was drying himself, a prone and useful thing.

Wow

What does it matter, Richard, she asked, when art itself is so worthless?

damn shes pretentious

It was the first time since childhood that I discovered I was capable of more than I’d previously believed, an

I like this

We all had something in common. We were in it all together, which is so much more than we can say for us now—how divided it is. It used to be that everyone believed in the same values, and we all worked to uphold them. We all believed. Everyone believed the very same things.”

Wow

“There’s nothing wrong with you, dear, but can’t you see there’s nothing so right with you, either?” *

Tape is not inherently interesting (not to me, anyway), but the fact that it documents a stalking of Acconci, one of the very few male artists who found any success at this time, fueled its initial popularity.

“Male artist” love the flip

male artists pursued careers with the burden of explaining or accounting for the global history of male violence and destruction; that is—men could only make work about being men. Few took on the task, and those who did were often ridiculed.

the image was a powerful fiction, made only more powerful by how little reality it contained.

I desired her beyond reason, beyond self-protection, beyond common sense, and it is just as difficult to call that love from afar as it is not to call it love when within it.

a series of paintings and sculptures both admired for their originality and decried as nonsense.