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Masha Tupitsyn
Masha Tupitsyn is a writer, critic, and multi-media artist. She is the author of the books Like Someone in Love: An Addendum to Love Dog, Love Dog, LACONIA: 1,200 Tweets on Film Beauty Talk & Monsters, the anthology Life As We Show It: Writing on Film. In 2015, she completed the film Love Sounds, a 24-hour audio-essay and history of love in English-speaking cinema. Her fiction and criticism have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals. She teaches film and gender studies at The New School. Her new film, Time Tells, is forthcoming in 2017.

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The Rights Of Nerves

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September 2016

Masha Tupitsyn

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September 2016

‘I transform “Work” in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real “Work” — of writing.’ — Roland Barthes, Mourning...

Art

December 2013

When We Were Here: The 1990s in Film

Masha Tupitsyn

Art

December 2013

‘I remember touch. Pictures came with touch.’ -Daft Punk, ‘Touch’   In the 1990s, three important pre post-reality films...

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, Bound Over To Keep The Peace, 2012, commissioned by Chisenhale Gallery, London Photo: Marcus Leith *   A person is represented, sitting in what appears to be the banal and conventional pose of a high street studio portrait photographer: a torso, half-twisted towards you, a hand is placed on a leg, another holds up to the face a pendant, dangling on a long, thin chain which dips down and reaches up around the neck   The person’s head and face are covered in brushstrokes which appear as crude as those which describe the dark space behind, a failure to discriminate between the subject and background which feels like an aggression against the person The face is so dis-affected that the author of this subject seems disinterested – almost uncannily so – in representing the body as human The eyes are intense dashes of white, as are the teeth, bared in a smile, and the paint here, applied with more care, is thick, cartoonish This smiling face appears charged with some satirical intent by the invisible hand of the artist, whose biography the gallery hand-out has summarised for our reassurance The subject is not given a name, nor is the viewer given any context for what, for want of a better word, I have described as satire On closer attention to the painting, any cheerfulness coaxed out of the subject by the studio photographer (who is, after all, probably only doing his job) appears forced to the point of a violent ambivalence The person’s left hand, resting on the left leg, is outlined by spaces of white canvas with an apparent lack of care, and the person seems to be digging the nails of their hand into their own leg, as if fighting to contain the desire to break out of the painting   Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, the maker of these paintings, born in London in 1977, is among the first generation of artists to reach maturity in the twenty-first century Her inclusion in The Ungovernables, the triennial exhibition at the New

Contributor

August 2014

Masha Tupitsyn

Contributor

August 2014

Masha Tupitsyn is a writer, critic, and multi-media artist. She is the author of the books Like Someone in Love:...

Love Dog

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July 2013

Masha Tupitsyn

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July 2013

11 22 2011 – LOVE DOG     For months Hamlet has been floating around. Its book covers popping up everywhere. Non sequitur references...
Famous Tombs: Love in the 90s

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February 2013

Masha Tupitsyn

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February 2013

‘However, somebody killed something: that’s clear, at any rate—’ Through The Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll   I. BEGINNING   I was a pre-teen when...

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Interview

May 2017

Interview with Hari Kunzru

Michael Barron

Interview

May 2017

In the summer of 2008, the English novelist Hari Kunzru left London for New York City after accepting a fellowship at...

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February 2015

A Closer Joan

Shawn Wen

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February 2015

Here are a few of the Joans I know. The girl who arrives at Port Authority Bus Terminal in...

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January 2016

The Bees

Wioletta Greg

TR. Eliza Marciniak

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January 2016

On Sunday right after lunch, my father began preparing muskrat skins and cut his finger on a dirty penknife....

 

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