Hilton Als talks about the next six months at The Artist’s Institute as an emotional retrospective. For more than thirty years, Als has archived his feelings about those he’s encountered intimately and from a distance in two books of essays and in publications like The Village Voice and The New Yorker. Art, he says, has remained a relief from language; expression he has sought variously as a photo editor, graphic designer, curator, and visual artist.
Still, Als continues to seek creative positions where these distinctions matter less, using photographs, sound, and installation to sustain his mix of memoir, portraiture, and criticism. He speaks of photographs specifically as “concrete shadows” but this might apply to all his work in the coming months at the Institute—something that has happened out there, recast as feeling from within.