By Kristine Schomaker I keep thinking about Nomadland. Fern driving her van across that enormous American landscape. Not running from something. Moving toward something she could not quite name yet. That feeling of needing less. Of being, as Dominique Moody says, at home in the world. NOMAD: Dominique Moody and the Assemblage of Home is on view at the Armory Arts Center in Pasadena through January 16, 2027, part of the year-long city celebration for the centennials of Route 6

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