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The Duet, a painting by Maia Cruz Palileo, whose work is on view through December 4 at the Wattis Institute for Contemporary Arts at the California College of the Arts, in San Francisco.
© The artist. Courtesy Monique Meloche Gallery, Chicago
Anna, a painting by Patrizio di Massimo, whose work is on view through October 30 at T293, in Rome.
Courtesy the artist and T293, Rome
“El Trabajador en la Ventana,” a photograph by Max Aguilera-Hellweg, whose work is on view through October 30 in the exhibition All This Happened, at ROSEGALLERY, in Santa Monica, California.
Courtesy the artist and ROSEGALLERY, Santa Monica, California
Provisions, a painting by Caroline Walker, whose work is on view through November 28 at KM21, Kunstmuseum, in The Hague, Netherlands.
Courtesy the artist and Grimm Gallery
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That year, the year of the Ghost Ship fire, I lived in a shack. I’d found the place just as September’s Indian summer was giving way to a wet October. There was no plumbing or running water to wash my hands or brush my teeth before sleep. Electricity came from an extension cord that snaked through a yard of coyote mint and monkey flower and up into a hole I’d drilled in my floorboards. The structure was smaller than a cell at San Quentin—a tiny house or a huge coffin, depending on how you looked at it—four by eight and ten feet tall, so cramped it fit little but a mattress, my suit jackets and ties, a space heater, some novels, and the mason jar I peed in.
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