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Jan 8, 2025 | 
frieze.com | Lucy Ives
Lucy Ives: The imagery in your work is very strange. Where does it come from? Claire Lehmann: Some imagery is cribbed from European paintings from the 1400s, particularly Flemish Primitives and other late-Gothic polyptychs; sometimes I range a bit later: Parmigianino, Zurbarán. The other broad class of source pictures are scientific and technical materials from the mid-twentieth century up to today – sources that offer a methodology for making representations.
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Jan 3, 2025 | 
frieze.com | Andrew Durbin |Amy Sillman |Lucy Ives
Dear Joan,We never met, but when this magazine decided to organize a collection of writings honouring you on the centenary of your birth, my first thought was how much I wish I could have spoken to you, just once. I can’t explain why. The sound of your voice? That slight rasp, that hint of impatience with any responsibility – interviews, public lectures, television appearances – other than what was happening in the studio.
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Oct 28, 2024 | 
frieze.com | Lucy Ives
I want books to change me. People sometimes speak about emotional transformation in relation to what they read – that their lives have been profoundly altered by their identification with the experiences of a character or the author – but that kind of transformation can feel fleeting to me and perhaps doesn’t address deeper contingencies.
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Sep 9, 2024 | 
theparisreview.org | Lucy Ives
By Lucy Ives September 9, 2024 My earliest memories are of my own interest in perfection. The supreme object of my interest, of my deepest intellectual and sensual love, was a product designed and manufactured with the express aim of capturing the attention of very young girls. I was hardly unusual. I was obedient, even; in some ways unimaginative.
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Jan 17, 2024 | 
lrb.co.uk | Lucy Ives |Chris Power
In 1811 Johann Heinrich Ferdinand von Autenrieth, a specialist in forensic medicine, investigated a spate of deaths in the kingdom of Württemberg. He suspected botulism and blamed the housewives of the region, more worried about burst sausage skins than food poisoning, for not cooking their Blutwurst properly. Lucy Ives tells the story at the start of her latest novel, Life Is Everywhere.
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Sep 11, 2023 | 
theparisreview.org | Lucy Ives
The critic Fredric Jameson died at the age of ninety on September 22, 2024, a little more than a year after the first of the three conversations that form the basis of the text below. In spite of Jameson’s years, the news came as something of a shock, given the productivity he kept up into his tenth decade.
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May 31, 2023 | 
vestoj.com | Lucy Ives
The language in the previous five sentences isn’t even my own. It’s taken from reporters’ accounts of adult men and women who have pretended to be teenagers,2 a confidence maneuver that’s surprisingly common – and perhaps most surprising, in that it occurs at all, for, as noted above, who really wants to be a teen? Among these artists of the teenage con, these ‘old teens,’ are Treva J.
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Apr 25, 2023 | 
frieze.com | Lucy Ives
Hanne Darboven always dressed well. In the late 1960s and early ’70s, she was a proponent of matching ensembles and the turn towards androgyny and casual comfort in women’s styles. One photograph from 1969 by Alfred Weber, for instance, records her in fashionable low heels and a dark mod skirt suit with curiously forbidding small metal closures. In another picture (artist unknown), likely from the same period, she sports a knee-length, A-line cotton trench and flares.
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Mar 5, 2023 | 
nybooks.com | Lucy Ives
I recently texted a friend that the prose of Renee Gladman “makes me feel that there is a level of reality that I can love, trust, and accept—and that it is funny that I have forgotten about it.” Text messages are not usually the medium of my finest critical insights, but in this case I had stumbled on a way to describe a long history of awe at and delight in Gladman’s work. My friend replied that she, too, was dying to see Gladman’s current show of drawings.
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Jan 18, 2023 | 
peninsulapress.co.uk | Lucy Ives
Published 27/4/23By Lucy IvesA multi-faceted, matryoshka doll of a novel which asks how far we are ever able to understand ourselves. Manhattan, 2014. Erin Adamo is locked out of her apartment. Her husband has just left her and her keys are at her parents’ apartment, abandoned when she exited mid-dinner after her father–once again–lost control. Erin takes refuge in the library of the university where she is a grad student.
