I cried the first time that I experienced "Carne y Arena," and I cried for much of Iñárritu's discussion of this piece. It's a visceral, terrifying, profoundly moving experience that I left covered in dirt because it literally brought me to my knees. When he spoke, he expressed a great clarity and truth; that ideology now trumps humanity, and this was his effort to turn that tide. And that new technology and media hold an unimaginable, transcendental future, but you know these clowns out here are going to turn it into porn first. Read about it at Artnet.
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This PST, Guatemala, you got my attention. I love these two. Read about 'em at The Guardian.
I took a closer look at LACMA's new Instagram residency and found an extremely special artist engaged in an extremely important project. The work is less the capitalization of social media than a recourse against exclusion and misrepresentation in the art world—or even the wide world of media in general. It turns out that social media can be an effective platform for the preservation and transmission of a cultural history. Good for you LACMA, for treading into two types of uncharted waters. Read about it on Artsy.