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Xiao Situ

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  • May 29, 2024 | commonwealmagazine.org | Robert Rubsam |Clifford Thompson |Xiao Situ |Gareth Dale

    Years ago, when I was on the teaching staff of a museum, I led a group of schoolchildren to view an installation of sculptures made by the American ceramic artist Toshiko Takaezu (1922–2011). The assemblage included several multicolored orbs, each about two feet high, positioned a few inches apart from each other on the floor. One child exclaimed that the sculptures were like “giant bath bombs,” the kind that fizz and dissolve when you drop them in water.

  • Apr 24, 2024 | commonwealmagazine.org | Xiao Situ |Robert Rubsam |Clifford Thompson |Gareth Dale

    “For generations in the mind of America, the Negro has been more of a formula than a human being—a something to be argued about, condemned or defended, to be ‘kept down,’ or ‘in his place,’ or ‘helped up,’ to be worried with or worried over, harassed or patronized, a social bogey or a social burden.” So wrote Alain Locke in the anthology The New Negro (1925), often considered the founding document of the Harlem Renaissance, the artistic movement of which Locke is generally recognized as...

  • Nov 29, 2023 | commonwealmagazine.org | Xiao Situ |Robert Rubsam |Anna Ballan

    Most pictures of Joan of Arc depict her in the midst of glorious battle or martyrdom, but here we witness the moment that set it all in motion, the very instant she heard the voices: you can see it in the flashing eyes, flushed cheek, clenched jaw, and outstretched arm. She looks outward at something beyond the frame, possessed by a vision as immense as her eyes are wide. Her loom is behind her and her chair overturned.

  • Nov 1, 2023 | commonwealmagazine.org | Alexander Stern |Susan Reynolds |Xiao Situ

    Like many fathers God had no patiencefor infants. So he made us olderbut naïve. We never neededto crawl, bruise bone on stoneor feel the sting of his rod. We lacked experience with failure. Unlucky that way, our lost childhoodwas like a death from the opposite end. He may have been bored as hellin heaven, alone with his stars, emptyspace and that initial Word yet undefined. He had little to do but playwith the things he’d made.

  • Nov 1, 2023 | commonwealmagazine.org | Brian Swann |Alexander Stern |Susan Reynolds |Xiao Situ

    milkweed so it speaks monarchs, and the windsings stones with voices from where there are none,from even before there was anything to give voice,calling in that gull’s shadow angling in then gonesumptuous as this pebble balanced on my palm.

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