Jon Loomis

We are failed agnostics, so many moments of conviction. Even this Midwestern sunrise moves us—Rothko strip of pink above the Poultry Lab. All appetite, all sweat and dander, what keeps us from the neighbor's throats (their garden gnomes, their damn [...]

Art is art. Everything else is everything else.         Ad ReinhardtMonet at the bridge, sour in his dark suit, suddenly cannot abide this careful tedium of cameras, the idioticquestion of his hat, the glass pl [...]