Wednesday, December 7, 2022
Juan Miguel Jocom | The Seattle CollegianI am a hopeless romantic. I love love. Not only the concept, but also the feeling of it. And if you were my roommate, you would be tired of hearing the stories I had with guys that I’ve recently seen. But I'm not here to talk about these guys, so don’t worry. I’m here to explain the hope and beauty of being a hopeless romantic.
“Los Angeles–based artist Christina Quarles paints ambiguous figures who stretch, intertwine, and merge in and with their surroundings, their bodies subjected not only to the weight and gravity of the physical world, but also to the pleasures and pressures of the social realm.” That is the greeting I received when entering the exhibit at the Frye Art Museum, the one that prepared me very little for what I was about to experience—which is the point, I realized, because what I experienced was a transcendence from my own self, and my world became acrylic, and colorful, and full of grief.
Studying and working from home fills my life with virtuality, whether personal or professional matters. I used to have a better relationship with hobbies. But these days, they are often absent from my schedule. Realizing…
Last May, Yusaku Maezawa, a Japanese art collector, purchased Jean-Michel Basquiat’s “Untitled” (1982) for $110.5 million at Sotheby’s auction. Maezawa’s purchase made “Untitled” the most expensive piece of art ever sold at auction by an…
