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Emma Christ

Los Angeles

Journalist at Freelance

Journalist at ARTILLERY

Articles

  • 1 week ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

    “Kairos”by Seline Burn at Baert Gallery features 10 large oil paintings on canvas and linen, all completed this year. Blues, yellows, and greens render female figures across landscapes and interior settings that blur the boundaries between inner and outer, self and other, human and avian, dream state and waking life.

  • 1 week ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

    When I look at Fred Lonidier’s show “Vacation Village Trade Show,” at Michael Benevento, my mind naturally goes to Antonioni’s Blow Up (1966). Much like Antonioni, whose film is about a photographer who inadvertently captures a murder, Lonidier is interested in the camera, and by extension the photographer, as a knowing entity, both a clarifier and obscurer of reality. In “Vacation Village Trade Show,” Lonidier presents a sparse display of film strips paired with text.

  • 2 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

    In an unsurprising, though nonetheless upsetting, move, the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) has rescinded funding for arts organizations across the United States. The decision follows the Trump administration’s publication of the 2026 Discretionary Budget Request, which proposed slashing—if not entirely cutting—federal funding for the NEA.

  • 3 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

    Sophie Madeline Dess, who has written clever short stories and perceptive pieces on Cormac McCarthy, Eva Hesse, and many other things for many prestigious and worthwhile publications, has produced a novel about Ava and Demetri, a critic and an artist. They are brother and sister, unusually close, with fates entirely entwined. That was a good idea. What remains of our creative class should inventory itself while it still can.

  • 3 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

    I came to the screening wearing the outfit compulsory for all such events: a faded and frayed sweater in a neutral color, sexless jeans, and a dirtied canvas tote. I had composed this outfit to signal my status as a true believer—my monkish intent to remain forever materially impoverished but spiritually rich.