The neoliberal myth of total free-flow – of bodies, art, and capital – is dead, even as the press trip lives on. After a year spent tethered in place, Ingrid Luquet-Gad visits the 14th Baltic Triennial, searching for the balance between connectivity and context.
The Austrian writer Friederike Mayröcker, born in 1924, and sadly passed away today (4 June), has written dozens of highly acclaimed books of poetry and prose. Her works are occasionally accompanied by her own drawings, sketches of floating figures with handwritten captions. The following excerpts are from a series of conversations between Hans-Ulrich Obrist, Sarah Ortmeyer, and Friederike Mayröcker, who drew as they talked about her writing routine and the price of a life dedicated to literature.
The Daata fair is here again, but pay attention, the offerings are not for the easily distracted. From formalist experiments to fictional journeys through a painted forest to pranks with a potent political message, the works on offer this year are only up for a few more days.
At Beijing Gallery Weekend, smaller off-spaces and well-established non-profit institutions like UCCA, M Woods, and Beijing Inside-Out alike showcased the enthusiasm, energy, and drive of this propitious endeavour.