Towards a New Digital Landscape: Representation, Erasure, and the Future of Digital Art by Kimberly Drew
Since starting Black Contemporary Art in 2011, I’ve avoided publicly theorizing about artists and art history, instead opting for presenting artists and writing that already exists in the world. Here, I’m (mostly) staying true to that mission by highlighting artists from around the world as they want to be presented. To return to Saltz’s point, as we embark on the new landscape, it’s imperative that we labor to create a new biology that is as diverse and equitable as possible. I hope their words help spark conversations about representation, erasure, and the future of digital art.
Love Minneapolis’ Spoonbridge and Cherry? Now you can eat it
Celebrate the 25th anniversary of the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden by scarfing an edible replica of the iconic Spoonbridge and Cherry sculpture at Gather by D'Amico at Walker Art Center.
The dessert is available through the summer as a special item on the menu and includes a chocolate mousse dome on a chocolate shortbread, a chocolate almond cake filled with cherry cheesecake and a bittersweet-chocolate tart drizzled with cherry compote.
To finish it, a marzipan cherry is perched atop a spoon made of molded chocolate.
When I used it to locate my estranged dad. I grew up with my English mother in a small working-class town just outside of London. We did not have much money so it took us a while to get the Internet at home, but when we first got it combined with the TV subscription I decided to search for him, using an Internet search engine—which I think was Yahoo at the time. I put my dad’s surname into the search engine: “Agwunobi.” We had no idea where he was—perhaps back in Nigeria? The results of the search kept showing the same face of a young man, John O. Agwunobi. It showed he was the Secretary of Health of the US, working in the White House when George W. Bush was in power. I thought it must have been just a coincidence—having the same name. It could not be possible, from our small public-funded living-room, that this man could be related to me. My mom caught a glimpse of his face on the computer scree. She said I looked like him and that maybe he was my cousin. So I used the Internet to find out how to contact him at the White House. His secretary replied, asking me to send in a copy of my birth certificate. This verified he was my cousin, and subsequently my Internet search turned into a real search: John in person helped me track my father down to Houston, Texas, where I found I also had a half-sister I’d never met before.