Tag: Suzanne Menghraj

What does the disembodied head say to the world, to passersby, to itself? In the final essay in her six-part series, Menghraj discusses saints, icons, and presence of mind in the absence of brain.

When art sets out to deceive us, do we collude with just our eyes? The author visits an exhibit of trompe l’œil in Florence.

How is it that miniature works can express so much? For the author, an exhibition of tiny objects conjures thoughts of philosopher Gaston Bachelard, homes designed for low-emission living, dinner in a shed, and the infinite.

Citing French literary gods like Proust and Molière, the French prankster extraordinaire, in a new translation by Suzanne Menghraj, asks, “Isn’t it high time we started thinking about all the crap good writers make?”

What a pirate festival, and dancing alone to Calypso, can teach us about the here and now.

Two daring acts of seeing in and around the wilds of New York City.