David Wojnarowicz was angry enough to become a murderer, but instead he became an artist. Again and again, in his writings, he imagines himself committing savage acts "tipping amazonian blowdarts in 'infected blood' and spitting them at the exposed necklines of certain politicians or nazi-preachers," or "blast[ing] through the gates of the white house" and dumping AIDS corpses on the front steps. You can still feel Wojnarowicz's searing, well-aimed rage, the ranting clarity, and the pressured urgency as you walk through the retrospective of his multimedia art at... More >>>
By Robin Holland
First and last, Wojnarowicz is a witness: Untitled (Sirloin Steaks) and Tuna (both 1983).