Waxing philosophic on Frederico Vigil’s new fresco, Kanye West and impermanence
By David Leigh
It’s odd that we invest in stuff. Every thing we buy gets frozen in its moment, in our past, and achieves obsolescence as fast as it takes to get to the next version. Art does the same thing. And maybe that’s why we’ve become so comfortable with conceptual art, because it can feel timeless.
It should be no surprise that the two isolated, hormone-addled Iowa adolescents in The House of Tomorrow—by first-time novelist Peter Bognanni—love their punk music, though they find it in different ways.