Portraits of Esfir Shub | Dave Beech

Dave Beech

In every lightning core may be recognized a reformer. In every bar of rail road iron a missionary. In every locomotive a herald of progress - the startling scream of the engine - and the small ticking sound of the telegraph are alike prophecies of hope to the philanthropist, and warnings to the systems of slavery, superstition, and oppression to get themselves away to the murky shades of barbarism. (Frederick Douglas)

It is now impossible to look at The Burial at Ornans without thinking of Proudhon. The point, however, is not so much that the author of The Philosophy of Poverty influenced Courbet, but that Clark makes Proudhon’s voice (and those of other individuals and critics) speak through the artist and his work. (Gail Day)

Black radicalism - the life that moves in the break between the thingly, the animal, and the human - may have been delivered over to “sovereign jouissance” but it is not called into being by exposure to that force. (Fred Moten)

The crowd is depicted here in its diversity as a carnivalesque force: punk hair and Trabajadores, assorted bohos and feminists, rock musicians and black trade unionists, all associate freely; huge turtles cross the road; and there is the Devil himself, complete with cardboard chain saw (in fact, there are two Moloch and Belial). (Steve Edwards)

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