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Fugitive Dust

Dirty Energy at the MoCP

Terry Evans

In the middle of an empty room was a Plexiglas cube—and at the bottom of the cube, a fine sheet of black powder. An imaginary moonscape? An abandoned terrarium? Perhaps anticipating these questions, Beate Geissler and Oliver Sann, the Chicago-based artists behind the installation Prevailing Winds and Relative Distances, pasted several pages of text around the room.

Music

So Much Noise To Be Heard

A review of Hieroglyphic Being’s "The Disco’s of Imhotep"

One of the most striking motifs found in The Disco’s of Imhotep, the newest album by Chicago musician Jamal Moss (stage name Hieroglyphic Being), isn’t musical at all: it’s a single word. “Kmt,” a simple anglicization of Egyptian hieroglyphs, is scattered throughout Moss’s discography. Here, it lends its name to “The Sound of KMT,” but earlier this year it served as the title for a collaborative album with his cousin Noleian Reusse in a project called Africans with Mainframes.

Lit

Disappearing Act

José Orduña's "The Weight of Shadows

In The Weight of Shadows, his first book, Orduña recounts a lifetime as the “other”.

Visual Arts

The Past Keeps Happening

Suspending disbelief with filmmaker Christopher Harris

Courtesy of Christopher Harris

But the woman on the screen locks eyes with the audience—whispering that things are “partially true, and therefore totally false”—before her figure is duplicated, flipped upside-down, and inverted like a photographic negative.

Features | Music

When the Gates Swing Open

Looking back at the life of Otis Clay

Ellen Hao

On January 16, Liberty Baptist Church was packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Under the stained-glass windows, churchgoers swayed back and forth, singing along to “When the Gates Swing Open”—but with one notable absence. Otis Clay, who for decades had sung the very same song from the pulpit, was now in a casket.

Music

Room Music

yyu on fire alarms, artistic independence, and the letter 'y'

Juliet Eldred

“Nowadays, I just hide where I can hide.”