Our class, Curatorial Practice: Past and Present, filed into the American Academy — a mansion buried deep in the affluent Berlin neighborhood of Wannsee — on a beautiful sunny day. Any sense of intimidation we could have felt at the very formal invitation we received to the American Academy’s event, “The End Of Criticality”, a
Author: Alchesay Rinaldi Castro
Alchesay (pronounced Ahshesay) Rinaldi Castro was born in trying circumstances: an umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. As a result, she was born neither white nor black: she was blue, and it took a slap on the butt to normalize her color to something vague. As a result, she's been identified as Indian, Moroccan, Algerian, Latino, North African, and WTF. She identifies as WTF. Her interests include the politics of race, class, and gender, economics, music and film, and indigenous rights. She enjoys pasta, pesto, food grown with pesticides, and stories of homicide, patricide, matricide and regicide.
”Godot waits.” An interview on Whole Earth Blind
Muhammad Osman Ali Chaudhry is a third year BA student at BCB. I meet him after a rehearsal in the factory to discuss the play he has written, is directing, and will be acting in. The plot is simple, the dialogue dense. It tells of the love story between two young women whose relationship seems
Waiting
In little rooms stacked like blocks, lining the pristine streets, they wait. Eyes big as street lights shine from their heads, heavy with anticipation, swaying side to side under the weight of waiting. Small bursts of excitement leave their lips like barks. Nervous bones lead to pacing and strange habits.
Pizzicati
The weekends of my first semester at Bard College Berlin were not spent the way many might assume, considering that this is one of the nightlife capitals of Europe. Rather than clubbing till 5 AM, I found a different path toward the Dionysian release we all need from time to time. I was deeply excited
Manifest Destiny, or Simply, Cause and Effect, Cause and Effect, Cause and…
I think I must have been holding some brightly colored toy. I remember the flash of color falling from my hands to the ground as my mother’s bloodcurdling scream reached my ears. I ran into the house to see what had happened. My aunt, uncles, grandmother and mother stood crowding around the TV screen. They