By: Jacob Mikanowski

“We are condemned to civilization.”

By: Jacob Mikanowski

Abstract shapes in black and red collide in empty space.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

He transformed physical dissonance into spiritual beauty.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

He created beautiful, humane “ethnofictions.”

By: Jacob Mikanowski

Dedicated to pursuing the truth about sex and desire.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

His career recapitulated the mystery of the blues in miniature.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

New York, Belgium, the Symbolists, Dylan, Tintin, vice, punk.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

Seventies soul, eloquent monsters, Talmudic etiquette-parsing, Samuel L. Jackson.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

A rebel who fought injustice with the promise of utopia.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

His films are pentagrams for the conjuration of narrative.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

He spurned all avant-gardes but his own.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

He was part of the bad old post­modernism, in a good way.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

He wanted to break the hegemony of Indo-European linguistics.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

The first to see laughter as a weapon of the oppressed.

By: Jacob Mikanowski

“An indescribable gamut of colors!” said the first cosmonaut.