By Kristine Schomaker Friday night I stood at the AIDS Monument in West Hollywood and watched artists perform five-minute pieces in the open air as the sun went down. ACTION = LIFE, presented by LACE and the Performance Art Museum as part of Circa: Queer Histories Festival. A marathon of performances. So many friends. So much history in one place. I drove home still feeling it. Thinking about the first performance I ever saw that made me understand what my own work was actual

By Kristine Schomaker I learned yesterday that my friend Scott Froschauer died suddenly. I've known him for almost ten years, and I'm still trying to find a place to put this. Scott was a Shoebox artist, one of the early ones. We worked together on several projects, but the one I keep coming back to is an art salon we put together on consent, negotiation, and the male gaze, how the male posture of viewing women frames any sign of femininity as an invitation, and what it would

By Lacey Argus It's easy to miss the bite-sized rainbows orbiting around the travertine surfaces of The Getty Center's Main Entrance. Some people breeze by them, eager to visit the various galleries that lie just beyond them. Others dash through them as they rush into a crowded bathroom line. Some briefly glance upward at the towering glass light prisms suspended from the atrium enclosing the space. But not children. If you spend an afternoon amongst these rainbows, you're su