A.L. STEINER — PROLOGUE: DISASTER PARADISE
These photographs—believed lost but discovered in a dusty crate locked away for two decades from the damaging effects of light—enter our current image-world like a breath of fresh air. They originate at the tail end of human analog time circa
AND THEN THERE WERE NONE — FRANCES STARK AND A.L. STEINER IN CONVERSATION
Frances Stark is a writer, a professor, a mentor, a mother, a motorcycle land-speed record-holder—a true Angeleno artist. Her recent work addresses and questions the status of the artist-teacher, and the subtle boundaries between the space of the studio and
