ARTPIL Profiles of the Arts

Avant-Propos / Exit Orpheus

It would not be without reluctance and perhaps too, some remorse, that I should publish this piece.

This work would be conceived towards the latter months of the final redaction of the epic poem, I, Faust. The succession of one forgotten form after another would seem twice-fold futile. Adding to this, yet another impossible legend, Orpheus. And as customary, it could not be a homage to the beauty of his vertiginous song, but rather his final shrill and tragic gesture still resounding in the halls of Hades.

I would often wonder about the chosen trajectory of my artistic formation and my feeling obliged to move in these terms. I had for some time certain verses strident in the veins, circulating an unsettling kind of homeostasis, pulsating for another insufferable task – the phantom pains in the aftermath of a twenty-year project finally let go. – Or more decidedly, the inert resin of everything unaccomplished of an otherwise unfortunate life.

Many times I had tried to evacuate these lines which had formed but lingered unarticulated. The published abstract of Cities & Dust was to be something of a chronicling, however without much condolence in its epistolary respiration.

So I would descend into my purgatory and resurface with this thing all too personal and without levity. Granted, this work would be much less autobiographical in scope than any previous attempt, but was to bear a deliberate resemblance to a reality which I was to just barely survive and from which I would wander forever marked.

I would since uproot myself to foreign territories, acclimate to a different tongue, no doubt with a drive to distance myself from the refuse of all this, to forget the English language as it were, and to deny its poetry which for me had been for a major period a kind of life force.

Though I may be no less compromising at present, I could say without any affectation that my general disposition was much more serious before when I was twenty than today as I approach forty. I was stronger then than I am now. I would think of those who preceded me and wonder whether I had not over-dwelled in this domain. I had been feeling the progressive decline of my life as a writer. There would eventually be an argument woven for my having restrained myself in my first pursuit of painting and the fine arts – anything from embarking on this path where inspiration was to be long since struck from the manifest and whatever aspiration wrested away and waylaid. Perhaps I had been summoned to assume the fallow strains of my own dissolution. I had effectively written myself into an improbable abyss, with such a terrible finale in the treatment of Faust, I was to believe I would never again rise after. One does not simply scribe an epic poem, one survives it. The only explanation for my continuing is brut insanity, or the absurd adherence to that forsaken presumption that I should somehow faithfully remain a poet.

Now having written it, I am unable to place this work in the greater scope of things. This piece would once be described as Shakespeare meeting Mamet, dining with Robbe-Grillet. Somewhat germanic in treatment and undeniably post-structuralist, it would be quite concise in its purpose, at parts even terse. – Understood, very little to illuminate its reason for being. Why I should concede to release this would remain concealed. Having derived no comfort in its dialectical opposite would have its perennial Socratic persuasion. Perhaps I had found pretext with the premise that it was a theater piece and thus open to adaptation, perhaps a sense of comfort that its readership or audience in any event was destined to be quite limited. I might be excused given my near conviction that this would be the last thing I should ever put to page. I would thus provoke the extradition of these words to their appointed vessel. Admittedly, there had been a desire to bury this thing entirely, or continue working on it for the next twenty years, which would undoubtedly amount to the same.

Surely the errors of judgment in the life of a man abound. Whereas, I had not been absolved of such tendencies in any of the aspects of my own existence, nor discharged from the various pursuits making up such patterns which presupposed for me a semblance of some meaning.

Whereas, in the face of this reality there is a will to abstain from any engagement of action, or at least to not make any sudden motions. With age I would move more and more in default rather than in defiance.

Whereas, I should not be consoled, nor my faith restituted, in the reception of this work, as had been clearly the case with the previous work. My naïveté, unlike my vanity, would have its apparent and proper limits. And my pride would have long since been abashed.

Therefore, with distinct humility, and with whatever reverence might be preserved in me, I would dedicate this piece to the one, to whom I had been unable to dedicate, among other things, my previous work.

I would present this here, now while I should still be capable, before my words truly resound as those of a dead man. And so it would come to pass, my own backward gaze, impertinent and so full of noise, and still poised for pardon.

–Matthew Hong / Exit Orpheus

    Articles by Matthew Hong
    ARTPIL / Prescription .096
    Rounding out our 2nd Year
    Matthew Hong / July 1, 2019
    We are rounding out our second year with nearly a million visits strong. A very exciting two years it has…
    We are rounding out our second year with nearly a…
    [+]
    Darkest Hour / Thomas Ralph
    Britain No Exit
    Matthew Hong
    It’s never felt quite as isolating to live in the British Isles as it does in the wake of the…
    It’s never felt quite as isolating to live in the…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .093
    Separate and Unequal
    Matthew Hong / May 17, 2019
    Today is the anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown vs. Board of Education of Topeka; European Parliament elections are…
    Today is the anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown…
    [+]
    International Women’s Day
    IWD 2019
    Matthew Hong  /  March 8, 2019
    Often our better halves, and with whom we could not do without, we renew our commitment to engage. Once again,…
    Often our better halves, and with whom we could not…
    [+]
    Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
    MLK & the Civil Rights Movement
    Matthew Hong  /  January 21, 2019
    American civil inequities have been transformed into legal institutionalized violence and continues today; the very notion of equality as an…
    American civil inequities have been transformed into legal institutionalized violence…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .079
    Spring summer fall winter spring
    Matthew Hong  /  January 14, 2019
    Into the ides of January and resolutions have already been tested. The beginning, the middle, the end, and the renewal…
    Into the ides of January and resolutions have already been…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .077
    Look back on 2018
    Matthew Hong  /  December 31, 2018
    2018 comes to an end, we can almost hear the fireworks. Let our solitude be a period of self reflection;…
    2018 comes to an end, we can almost hear the…
    [+]
    Universal Declaration of Human Rights
    70 year Anniversary
    Matthew Hong  /  December 10, 2018
    Recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is…
    Recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .072
    For our other halves
    Matthew Hong  /  November 25, 2018
    The U.N. General Assembly has designated today International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women. Today beings the 16…
    The U.N. General Assembly has designated today International Day for…
    [+]
    Let Us Now Give Thanks
    Contemporary Native American Art
    Matthew Hong  /  November 22, 2018
    Today is Thanksgiving. A nation’s founding conditioned on colonialism, proclamation premised on the blood of the natives and sustained with…
    Today is Thanksgiving. A nation’s founding conditioned on colonialism, proclamation…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .060
    locusts by day, crickets by night
    Matthew Hong  /  August 31, 2018
    The evening terrace delivers the view of the summer’s end. Wicker and linen abide with sandals raised on the stone…
    The evening terrace delivers the view of the summer’s end….
    [+]
    The List / Banu Cennetoğlu
    documented deaths of migrants
    Matthew Hong  /  August 25, 2018
    The List, complied by UNITED and propagated by artist Cennetoğlu, traces the deaths of over 34,000 refugees, asylum seekers and…
    The List, complied by UNITED and propagated by artist Cennetoğlu,…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .055
    Blood Moon Exoration
    Matthew Hong  /  July 27, 2018
    The Blood Moon eclipse is tonight. Let such celestial activity continue to remind us how spectacular our universe persists, even…
    The Blood Moon eclipse is tonight. Let such celestial activity…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .052
    Look back on our 1st year
    Matthew Hong  /  July 6, 2018
    Here we are. We just rounded out our first year with well over a quarter-million visits. A very interesting first…
    Here we are. We just rounded out our first year…
    [+]
    #WhileBlack
    Race relations in America
    Matthew Hong  /  May 26, 2018
    America has had its complicated history from its colonialist exchanges with the natives, through the slavery of Africans. Today’s rise…
    America has had its complicated history from its colonialist exchanges…
    [+]
    The American Document / Part II
    Fractured States / Photos by Peter van Agtmael
    Matthew Hong  /  March 19, 2018
    After returning from years of war coverage, van Agtmael tries to piece together the memory, identity, race, class, and family,…
    After returning from years of war coverage, van Agtmael tries…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .035
    International Women's Day 2018
    Matthew Hong  /  March 8, 2018
    Today is International Women’s Day. One day out of the year, a tradition started over a 100 years ago and…
    Today is International Women’s Day. One day out of the…
    [+]
    Pure Hearts / Directed by Roberto De Paolis
    various release dates
    Matthew Hong  /  January 3, 2018
    Parallel lives collide in Roberto De Paolis’ film, Pure Hearts, as two unsuspecting protagonists negotiate fear, love, and redemption against…
    Parallel lives collide in Roberto De Paolis’ film, Pure Hearts,…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .025
    Our look back on 2017
    Matthew Hong  /  December 31, 2017
    So here we are, the last day of the year, 2017. We are wrapping up our first 6 months, recently…
    So here we are, the last day of the year,…
    [+]
    Irving Penn / Grand Palais, Paris
    Through Jan 29, 2018
    Matthew Hong  /  December 29, 2017
    This exhibition looks back over his seventy-year career, with over 200 photographic prints, all produced by the artist himself, as…
    This exhibition looks back over his seventy-year career, with over…
    [+]
    #MeToo
    the art of suffrage
    Matthew Hong  /  October 27, 2017
    The latest calamity, or rather, the oldest now resurfaced and gaining media attention, compels us to revaluate our behavior with…
    The latest calamity, or rather, the oldest now resurfaced and…
    [+]
    On The Periphery by Sinziana Velicescu
    Published by Aint–Bad
    Preface by Matthew Hong
    This is God’s country, south seeking solstice on roads leading no where, crossing nothing. Today, there are two suns in…
    This is God’s country, south seeking solstice on roads leading…
    [+]
    Art & Politics in America
    Deconstructing the West Wing
    Matthew Hong  /  August 18, 2017
    Some believe art is created through a certain self reflection. Politicians rarely deal in this process. Governance, however, should at…
    Some believe art is created through a certain self reflection….
    [+]
    Mountain Ranch by Michael Crouser
    University of Texas Press, 2017
    Matthew Hong  /  August 6, 2017
    This powerful photo essay traces the last vestiges of a tradition that exerts a universal fascination and mystique, the disappearing…
    This powerful photo essay traces the last vestiges of a…
    [+]
    Documenta 14
    Through September 17 / Kassel, Germany
    Matthew Hong  /  August 3, 2017
    Founded in 1955 by artist and curator Arnold Bode and running every 5 years, this year’s iterative edition, Documenta 14,…
    Founded in 1955 by artist and curator Arnold Bode and…
    [+]
    ARTPIL / Prescription .001
    Profiles of the Arts
    Matthew Hong  /  July 1, 2017
    Welcome to ARTPIL / Profiles of the Arts. If you are here reading this, you are among the inner circle…
    Welcome to ARTPIL / Profiles of the Arts. If you…
    [+]

    Matthew Hong
    Editor / Creative Director

    Primarily a poet, his books include I, Faust, Cities & Dust, and Exit Orpheus.

    Excerpts from his writings have appeared in Arcade, American Aesthetic Journal, Don’t Take Pictures, Pixel Press, with readings performed at The Artists’ Quarter, KFAI Radio, The Loft, The Loring Café, Bar + Playhouse, and Walker Art Center.

    He has served on the Board of Directors for such organizations as St. Paul Art Collective, COMPAS / United Arts, Colors Magazine, and on the selection committee with The Loft Literary Center / Bush Foundation Writers’ Grant.

    Text adaptations have been produced in theaters for Ecole Meyerhold’s The Battle, and featured in interviews with Saint Paul Pioneer Press, SPNN, uneExpo, and SpeakOut / SPCA. His dramatic poem, Exit Orpheus was produced in Paris, 2012.

    Hong founded Photo Boite in 2010 and authored the preface for On The Periphery by Sinziana Velicescu, as well as collaborating on numerous projects with other individuals and organizations including Bill PhelpsDude MagazineCultRise, and Walker Art Center.

    Hong heads the studio The Artbox with design projects for YSL, Loo & Lou Gallery, Vidal Saint Phalle, Chimera, Maurizio Amadei, and many artists & photographers including Erick Basilio, David Hillegas, Joel Werring, and Aurelie Deguest.

    Among these and other projects, he is currently working on another epic poem, Exoration.

    Hong is the Founder / Editor & Creative Director of ARTPIL.

    www.matthewhong.com

    Matthew Hong
    Editor / Creative Director

    Primarily a poet, his books include I, Faust, Cities & Dust, and Exit Orpheus.

    Excerpts from his writings have appeared in Arcade, American Aesthetic Journal, Don’t Take Pictures, Pixel Press, with readings performed at The Artists’ Quarter, KFAI Radio, The Loft, The Loring Café, Bar + Playhouse, and Walker Art Center.

    He has served on the Board of Directors for such organizations as St. Paul Art Collective, COMPAS / United Arts, Colors Magazine, and on the selection committee with The Loft Literary Center / Bush Foundation Writers’ Grant.

    Text adaptations have been produced in theaters for Ecole Meyerhold’s The Battle, and featured in interviews with Saint Paul Pioneer Press, SPNN, uneExpo, and SpeakOut / SPCA. His dramatic poem, Exit Orpheus was produced in Paris, 2012.

    Hong founded Photo Boite in 2010 and authored the preface for On The Periphery by Sinziana Velicescu, as well as collaborating on numerous projects with other individuals and organizations including Bill PhelpsDude MagazineCultRise, and Walker Art Center.

    Hong heads the studio The Artbox with design projects for YSL, Loo & Lou Gallery, Vidal Saint Phalle, Chimera, Maurizio Amadei, and many artists & photographers including Erick Basilio, David Hillegas, Joel Werring, and Aurelie Deguest.

    Among these and other projects, he is currently working on another epic poem, Exoration.

    Hong is the Founder / Editor & Creative Director of ARTPIL.

    www.matthewhong.com

    Avant-Propos / Exit Orpheus

    It would not be without reluctance and perhaps too, some remorse, that I should publish this piece.

    This work would be conceived towards the latter months of the final redaction of the epic poem, I, Faust. The succession of one forgotten form after another would seem twice-fold futile. Adding to this, yet another impossible legend, Orpheus. And as customary, it could not be a homage to the beauty of his vertiginous song, but rather his final shrill and tragic gesture still resounding in the halls of Hades.

    I would often wonder about the chosen trajectory of my artistic formation and my feeling obliged to move in these terms. I had for some time certain verses strident in the veins, circulating an unsettling kind of homeostasis, pulsating for another insufferable task – the phantom pains in the aftermath of a twenty-year project finally let go. – Or more decidedly, the inert resin of everything unaccomplished of an otherwise unfortunate life.

    Many times I had tried to evacuate these lines which had formed but lingered unarticulated. The published abstract of Cities & Dust was to be something of a chronicling, however without much condolence in its epistolary respiration.

    So I would descend into my purgatory and resurface with this thing all too personal and without levity. Granted, this work would be much less autobiographical in scope than any previous attempt, but was to bear a deliberate resemblance to a reality which I was to just barely survive and from which I would wander forever marked.

    I would since uproot myself to foreign territories, acclimate to a different tongue, no doubt with a drive to distance myself from the refuse of all this, to forget the English language as it were, and to deny its poetry which for me had been for a major period a kind of life force.

    Though I may be no less compromising at present, I could say without any affectation that my general disposition was much more serious before when I was twenty than today as I approach forty. I was stronger then than I am now. I would think of those who preceded me and wonder whether I had not over-dwelled in this domain. I had been feeling the progressive decline of my life as a writer. There would eventually be an argument woven for my having restrained myself in my first pursuit of painting and the fine arts – anything from embarking on this path where inspiration was to be long since struck from the manifest and whatever aspiration wrested away and waylaid. Perhaps I had been summoned to assume the fallow strains of my own dissolution. I had effectively written myself into an improbable abyss, with such a terrible finale in the treatment of Faust, I was to believe I would never again rise after. One does not simply scribe an epic poem, one survives it. The only explanation for my continuing is brut insanity, or the absurd adherence to that forsaken presumption that I should somehow faithfully remain a poet.

    Now having written it, I am unable to place this work in the greater scope of things. This piece would once be described as Shakespeare meeting Mamet, dining with Robbe-Grillet. Somewhat germanic in treatment and undeniably post-structuralist, it would be quite concise in its purpose, at parts even terse. – Understood, very little to illuminate its reason for being. Why I should concede to release this would remain concealed. Having derived no comfort in its dialectical opposite would have its perennial Socratic persuasion. Perhaps I had found pretext with the premise that it was a theater piece and thus open to adaptation, perhaps a sense of comfort that its readership or audience in any event was destined to be quite limited. I might be excused given my near conviction that this would be the last thing I should ever put to page. I would thus provoke the extradition of these words to their appointed vessel. Admittedly, there had been a desire to bury this thing entirely, or continue working on it for the next twenty years, which would undoubtedly amount to the same.

    Surely the errors of judgment in the life of a man abound. Whereas, I had not been absolved of such tendencies in any of the aspects of my own existence, nor discharged from the various pursuits making up such patterns which presupposed for me a semblance of some meaning.

    Whereas, in the face of this reality there is a will to abstain from any engagement of action, or at least to not make any sudden motions. With age I would move more and more in default rather than in defiance.

    Whereas, I should not be consoled, nor my faith restituted, in the reception of this work, as had been clearly the case with the previous work. My naïveté, unlike my vanity, would have its apparent and proper limits. And my pride would have long since been abashed.

    Therefore, with distinct humility, and with whatever reverence might be preserved in me, I would dedicate this piece to the one, to whom I had been unable to dedicate, among other things, my previous work.

    I would present this here, now while I should still be capable, before my words truly resound as those of a dead man. And so it would come to pass, my own backward gaze, impertinent and so full of noise, and still poised for pardon.

    –Matthew Hong / Exit Orpheus

      Articles by Matthew Hong
      ARTPIL / Prescription .096
      Rounding out our 2nd Year
      Matthew Hong / July 1, 2019
      We are rounding out our second year with nearly a million visits strong. A very exciting two years it has…
      We are rounding out our second year with nearly a…
      [+]
      Darkest Hour / Thomas Ralph
      Britain No Exit
      Matthew Hong
      It’s never felt quite as isolating to live in the British Isles as it does in the wake of the…
      It’s never felt quite as isolating to live in the…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .093
      Separate and Unequal
      Matthew Hong / May 17, 2019
      Today is the anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown vs. Board of Education of Topeka; European Parliament elections are…
      Today is the anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown…
      [+]
      International Women’s Day
      IWD 2019
      Matthew Hong  /  March 8, 2019
      Often our better halves, and with whom we could not do without, we renew our commitment to engage. Once again,…
      Often our better halves, and with whom we could not…
      [+]
      Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
      MLK & the Civil Rights Movement
      Matthew Hong  /  January 21, 2019
      American civil inequities have been transformed into legal institutionalized violence and continues today; the very notion of equality as an…
      American civil inequities have been transformed into legal institutionalized violence…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .079
      Spring summer fall winter spring
      Matthew Hong  /  January 14, 2019
      Into the ides of January and resolutions have already been tested. The beginning, the middle, the end, and the renewal…
      Into the ides of January and resolutions have already been…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .077
      Look back on 2018
      Matthew Hong  /  December 31, 2018
      2018 comes to an end, we can almost hear the fireworks. Let our solitude be a period of self reflection;…
      2018 comes to an end, we can almost hear the…
      [+]
      Universal Declaration of Human Rights
      70 year Anniversary
      Matthew Hong  /  December 10, 2018
      Recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is…
      Recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .072
      For our other halves
      Matthew Hong  /  November 25, 2018
      The U.N. General Assembly has designated today International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women. Today beings the 16…
      The U.N. General Assembly has designated today International Day for…
      [+]
      Let Us Now Give Thanks
      Contemporary Native American Art
      Matthew Hong  /  November 22, 2018
      Today is Thanksgiving. A nation’s founding conditioned on colonialism, proclamation premised on the blood of the natives and sustained with…
      Today is Thanksgiving. A nation’s founding conditioned on colonialism, proclamation…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .060
      locusts by day, crickets by night
      Matthew Hong  /  August 31, 2018
      The evening terrace delivers the view of the summer’s end. Wicker and linen abide with sandals raised on the stone…
      The evening terrace delivers the view of the summer’s end….
      [+]
      The List / Banu Cennetoğlu
      documented deaths of migrants
      Matthew Hong  /  August 25, 2018
      The List, complied by UNITED and propagated by artist Cennetoğlu, traces the deaths of over 34,000 refugees, asylum seekers and…
      The List, complied by UNITED and propagated by artist Cennetoğlu,…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .055
      Blood Moon Exoration
      Matthew Hong  /  July 27, 2018
      The Blood Moon eclipse is tonight. Let such celestial activity continue to remind us how spectacular our universe persists, even…
      The Blood Moon eclipse is tonight. Let such celestial activity…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .052
      Look back on our 1st year
      Matthew Hong  /  July 6, 2018
      Here we are. We just rounded out our first year with well over a quarter-million visits. A very interesting first…
      Here we are. We just rounded out our first year…
      [+]
      #WhileBlack
      Race relations in America
      Matthew Hong  /  May 26, 2018
      America has had its complicated history from its colonialist exchanges with the natives, through the slavery of Africans. Today’s rise…
      America has had its complicated history from its colonialist exchanges…
      [+]
      The American Document / Part II
      Fractured States / Photos by Peter van Agtmael
      Matthew Hong  /  March 19, 2018
      After returning from years of war coverage, van Agtmael tries to piece together the memory, identity, race, class, and family,…
      After returning from years of war coverage, van Agtmael tries…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .035
      International Women's Day 2018
      Matthew Hong  /  March 8, 2018
      Today is International Women’s Day. One day out of the year, a tradition started over a 100 years ago and…
      Today is International Women’s Day. One day out of the…
      [+]
      Pure Hearts / Directed by Roberto De Paolis
      various release dates
      Matthew Hong  /  January 3, 2018
      Parallel lives collide in Roberto De Paolis’ film, Pure Hearts, as two unsuspecting protagonists negotiate fear, love, and redemption against…
      Parallel lives collide in Roberto De Paolis’ film, Pure Hearts,…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .025
      Our look back on 2017
      Matthew Hong  /  December 31, 2017
      So here we are, the last day of the year, 2017. We are wrapping up our first 6 months, recently…
      So here we are, the last day of the year,…
      [+]
      Irving Penn / Grand Palais, Paris
      Through Jan 29, 2018
      Matthew Hong  /  December 29, 2017
      This exhibition looks back over his seventy-year career, with over 200 photographic prints, all produced by the artist himself, as…
      This exhibition looks back over his seventy-year career, with over…
      [+]
      #MeToo
      the art of suffrage
      Matthew Hong  /  October 27, 2017
      The latest calamity, or rather, the oldest now resurfaced and gaining media attention, compels us to revaluate our behavior with…
      The latest calamity, or rather, the oldest now resurfaced and…
      [+]
      On The Periphery by Sinziana Velicescu
      Published by Aint–Bad
      Preface by Matthew Hong
      This is God’s country, south seeking solstice on roads leading no where, crossing nothing. Today, there are two suns in…
      This is God’s country, south seeking solstice on roads leading…
      [+]
      Art & Politics in America
      Deconstructing the West Wing
      Matthew Hong  /  August 18, 2017
      Some believe art is created through a certain self reflection. Politicians rarely deal in this process. Governance, however, should at…
      Some believe art is created through a certain self reflection….
      [+]
      Mountain Ranch by Michael Crouser
      University of Texas Press, 2017
      Matthew Hong  /  August 6, 2017
      This powerful photo essay traces the last vestiges of a tradition that exerts a universal fascination and mystique, the disappearing…
      This powerful photo essay traces the last vestiges of a…
      [+]
      Documenta 14
      Through September 17 / Kassel, Germany
      Matthew Hong  /  August 3, 2017
      Founded in 1955 by artist and curator Arnold Bode and running every 5 years, this year’s iterative edition, Documenta 14,…
      Founded in 1955 by artist and curator Arnold Bode and…
      [+]
      ARTPIL / Prescription .001
      Profiles of the Arts
      Matthew Hong  /  July 1, 2017
      Welcome to ARTPIL / Profiles of the Arts. If you are here reading this, you are among the inner circle…
      Welcome to ARTPIL / Profiles of the Arts. If you…
      [+]