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  • Ten Years of Arts and Cultural Criticism in the American Southwest (2015-25)

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    I get older; the art stays new.

    This year marks ten years of writing arts and cultural criticism in (and around) Utah. It’s been a long, slightly chaotic labor of love, and it’s given me more than a publication list. Writing became a way into rooms I didn’t yet know how to enter—openings, rehearsals, studios, back corners of galleries, community meetings—and, over time, it gave me people too: friends, collaborators, and others who cared enough to keep showing up. In a place where arts infrastructure is often held together by duct tape and determination, the work mostly looked like paying attention, writing things down, and trying to help hold space where the official record thins out.

    One stat that sticks with me: Utah has fewer museums per capita than any state except West Virginia, an unglamorous fact that explains a lot about why cultural memory here can feel so easily misplaced. I thought about that again while reporting on the B’nai Israel Temple’s next life as the Salt Lake Art Museum (SLAM), a project led by Micah Christensen and slated to open in 2026. The building’s survival is, in many ways, a case study in how rare cultural preservation can be in practice. (Read more here: “The Salt Lake Art Museum (SLAM) Finds Sanctuary in the Temple”.)

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    What follows is a year-by-year chronicle pulling a few representative pieces per year and the themes that kept returning: meaning-making and collective rupture; heritage and community memory; abstraction and early modernism’s long shadow; and the ongoing work of paying attention to people and places that get minimized, misread, or politely ignored.

    2015 — War, Memory, and the Theater of Trauma

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    My earliest arts writing was already circling questions that would stay with me: how societies remember violence, how trauma echoes across generations, and how performance becomes a space for processing what cannot be easily narrated. In 2015, I found myself repeatedly drawn to work shaped by war—sometimes historical, sometimes contemporary, often refracted through humor, ritual, or psychological displacement. Even then, criticism felt less like judgment than like translation: an attempt to make visible the emotional labor embedded in cultural production.

    What interested me most, even then, was not spectacle but aftermath: how violence lingers in bodies, language, and staging long after the event itself has passed. I was beginning to understand writing as a form of witness—one that sits with discomfort rather than resolving it—and that orientation quietly shaped everything that followed.

    Together, these pieces trace an early interest in how art metabolizes collective violence—whether through solemn memorial, absurdist comedy, or intimate portrayals of PTSD—an interest that would later expand beyond war into broader questions of community trauma and historical inheritance.

    2016 — Objects, Pilgrimage, and the Weight of Time

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    By 2016, my writing shifted decisively toward material culture and deep time. Across exhibitions of painting, sculpture, photography, and mixed media, I became increasingly attentive to objects as carriers of memory—whether geological, cultural, or spiritual. This was also the year I began writing more explicitly about heritage without nostalgia: how artists engage with tradition, ritual, and landscape without romanticizing them. I became less interested in artists’ stated intentions and more attentive to what objects themselves seemed to remember—how time presses into form, and how place leaves a residue that can’t be fully aestheticized away.

    These essays mark a growing preoccupation with duration: fossils, pilgrimage routes, Indigenous histories, and sculptural forms shaped by both Eastern and Western traditions. Rather than treating art as isolated expression, I increasingly approached it as evidence—of time passing, of belief systems persisting, and of place exerting quiet pressure on form.

    2017 — Abjection, Abstraction, and Cultural Hierarchies

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    By 2017, my writing had turned more directly toward questions of cultural value: what is permitted to count as “serious” art, what is dismissed as decorative or domestic, and how those judgments intersect with gender, labor, and popular culture. Alongside a growing interest in abstraction and contemplative withdrawal, I began interrogating hierarchies that shape both artistic production and reception—particularly where animation, illustration, and domestic narratives are concerned. I was also becoming more conscious of how criticism participates in gatekeeping—how language can reinforce or challenge the invisible borders between “high” and “low,” public and private, serious and sentimental.

    Across these pieces, decay and accumulation sit beside care, repetition, and craft. Whether addressing refugee loss through mass-produced objects, challenging the exclusion of animation from “high” art discourse, or examining domestic life as a site of artistic rigor, this year marks a clear shift toward analyzing how cultural systems assign meaning—and whose work is allowed to carry it.

    2018 — Abstraction and the Edges of the Built World

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    In 2018, my writing narrowed its focus rather than expanding it. Instead of surveying many threads, I spent more time with abstraction and with environments that sit just outside formal boundaries—urban margins, hybrid spaces, and visual languages that resist narrative explanation. This was a year of thinking about structure: how meaning emerges when stories recede and attention shifts to form, material, and spatial tension. Abstraction became a way to think spatially rather than narratively: to read environments, surfaces, and systems without forcing them into story.

    Both exhibitions investigate what happens when order breaks down or gives way. In Ditchbank, the overlooked wilderness at the edge of the city becomes a site of negotiation between human control and organic persistence. UMOCA’s survey situates abstraction as a deliberate refusal of inherited narratives, emphasizing instead the artist’s creation of personal systems and visual codes.

    2019 — Systems of Meaning: Vision, Myth, and Inherited Structure

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    By 2019, my writing had moved decisively toward systems—how meaning is produced, transmitted, and disrupted across families, myths, technologies, and landscapes. Rather than focusing on isolated works, I became increasingly interested in how artists construct visual languages: photographic processes revived and altered, myths reassembled, family narratives fractured and reconnected. This was a year defined less by subject matter than by structure—how stories are built, and how they fail. I was increasingly drawn to artists who treated myth and family not as origins to be honored, but as structures to be tested.

    Across these pieces, vision is never neutral. Alternative photographic processes foreground the mechanics of seeing itself; family relationships become the syntax through which reality is interpreted; myth operates as both inheritance and provocation; and landscapes are rendered not as scenery but as lived systems shaped by labor, memory, and movement.

    2020 — Collective Rupture and Marginalized Realities

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    In 2020, my writing became inseparable from collective rupture. The pandemic did not affect communities evenly, and much of the cultural work I was drawn to that year confronted this imbalance directly—foregrounding voices, experiences, and realities that had long been present but were now impossible to ignore. Criticism shifted from interpretation to accountability: paying attention to who bears risk, who is seen, and how art registers unequal pressure. The urgency of 2020 stripped criticism of any pretense of neutrality; to document art honestly required acknowledging the unequal conditions under which it was made, shown, and received.

    Across these pieces, art functions as a record of strain rather than escape. Screendance reframed movement through mediated formats at a moment when access and visibility were uneven. Luxor traced the emotional residue of humanitarian labor and prolonged conflict. Virtual public art initiatives revealed how civic meaning could be sustained while public space itself became contested.

    2021 — Care, Heritage, and Cultural Survival After the Pandemic

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    In 2021, my writing remained shaped by the aftershocks of the pandemic, particularly its uneven impact on marginalized communities. Rather than moving on from crisis, much of the cultural work I engaged with that year confronted its residue: who had been asked to absorb loss, who stepped into care roles, and how art and community organizing became tools for survival, memory, and resistance. What emerged most clearly was care as cultural infrastructure—often improvised, frequently under-resourced, and rarely celebrated.

    Together, this writing reflects a year focused less on recovery narratives than on cultural endurance—how communities protect meaning, memory, and space when institutional support proves unreliable.

    2022 — Violence, Land, and the Limits of Inheritance

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    By 2022, my writing confronted the accumulated pressures that had been building across the previous years: violence embedded in land use, gendered vulnerability, nationalist mythmaking, and the ongoing consequences of colonial and migratory disruption. Rather than focusing on recovery, this work stayed with what remained unresolved—asking how history, ideology, and environment continue to shape whose lives are protected and whose are exposed. This year solidified my understanding of land as an active force rather than a backdrop—history continuing to structure belonging, vulnerability, and risk.

    Across these pieces, land and identity are inseparable. This writing stays with structural violence—how it is inherited, normalized, and resisted—without forcing closure where none exists.

    Interlude — Stepping Away from the Page (2023–2024)

    After 2022, my public-facing arts criticism paused. This was not a retreat from cultural analysis, but a redirection of labor into professional writing, institutional work, and foreign exchange–focused research that sharpened my understanding of systems, power, and narrative framing in different registers. The questions driving my criticism—how meaning is produced, who bears risk, and how communities survive long pressure—did not disappear. They moved into other forms.

    When I returned to long-form cultural writing in 2025, it was with a clearer sense of synthesis: how a decade of arts criticism in the American Southwest had quietly become a foundation for broader historical, cultural, and interdisciplinary work.

    2025 — Return, Synthesis, and the Quiet Work of Community

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    When I returned to publishing arts criticism in 2025, it wasn’t a restart so much as a re-entry—with sharper tools and a clearer sense of what I’d been tracking all along. After years of professional writing centered on systems, risk, and institutional language, I came back to art with an increased sensitivity to structure: how communities preserve memory, how spaces accrue cultural meaning, and how abstraction and design can carry ethical weight without announcing themselves. Returning with distance made visible what had been there all along: the most durable cultural work often happens without fanfare—through stewardship, sanctuary, and consistency rather than spectacle.

    Together, these pieces mark a mature phase of my criticism: attentive to marginalized histories and cultural preservation, alert to the ways identity and expectation shape perception, and drawn to practices where clarity and reduction become forms of seriousness. If earlier years were about locating the stakes—rupture, myth, power, inheritance—2025 is about mapping what endures: the institutions that create refuge, the artists who make perception strange enough to see it, and the quiet organizers who turn community into something tangible.

  • When Logic Leads to Nonsense

    When my brother gave me a Raspberry Pi one Christmas around 2010 — a palm-sized computer meant to teach beginners how to code—I’d been studying Greek and Latin for several years at the University of Utah. By that point, I was deep into intermediate courses in the Department of Languages & Literature that ended up reorganizing how I thought.

    I was lucky to have professors whose passion for ancient languages shaped me—Professor Randy Stewart, Margaret Toscano, and Jim Svensen among them—each offering a different way of thinking through a text, a question, or a problem.

    Those years were quietly training my mind to think in structures—patterns, contrasts, paired ideas. So when I finally opened the Raspberry Pi tutorials later that winter, the logic didn’t feel new at all. It felt like something I had already learned in another language.


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    The Old Logic Behind New Machines

    When I sat down over winter break and started the tutorials, what stood out immediately was the clarity of the structure. The if/then statements and small branching choices that guide a program forward followed the same logical architecture I had been working through in Greek. The μέν / δέ construction—literally “on the one hand / on the other”—sets up a two-part contrast that divides an idea into paired alternatives. Aristotle uses this same structure when he lists the basic contraries of nature, “τὰ ἐναντία, οἷον θερμὸν καὶ ψυχρόν” (“the contraries, such as hot and cold,” Categories 11b15). In its simplest form, it is a binary: a choice between two structured possibilities.

    The same pattern appears in conditional moods like εἰ with the optative or ὅταν with the subjunctive, which sketch out hypothetical paths depending on whether a condition is or is not fulfilled. Basic programming follows the same logic—not metaphorically, but mechanically—moving forward only through a chain of divided possibilities.

    Greek philosophy forms the underlying structure of what later becomes formal logic, and formal logic becomes the foundation of every programming language. Aristotle writes in the Organon that “τὸ δὲ ἀληθές καὶ ψεῦδος ἐν τῇ συνθέσει καὶ διαιρέσει ἐστίν,” meaning that truth and falsity arise from how things are combined or separated (De Interpretatione 16a10–12). A statement is true or not true. A branch is taken or not taken. Binary computation inherits this exact principle: a system advances only by dividing itself into twos.

    That same twofold pattern—opposing yet coordinated pairs—shapes more than syntax or algorithms. It echoes through our bodies, our senses, and our movement. Once you begin looking for twoness, it becomes difficult to ignore how deeply it structures the world.

    Heraclitus and the Unity of Opposites

    • Unity of opposites: For Heraclitus, what we call “opposites” are inseparable partners. Day implies night, heat implies cold, and each gains meaning only through the contrast with its counterpart.
    • Mutual dependence: Opposing states are not truly independent; they arise together. A shadow needs light to exist. Neither element stands alone without the other defining it.
    • Cosmic tension: Heraclitus saw conflict as the driving force of the world. His line “War is father of all” suggests that struggle is not destructive but generative — the tension that keeps reality moving.
    • Harmony from strain: Balance emerges through opposition. He compared this to a bow or a lyre, where beauty and function come from forces pulling in opposite directions. A single object can hold contradictory qualities, as when he said a bow’s name “is life, but its work is death.”
    • The logos: Underneath all change is the logos — a rational, ordering principle that holds opposites together. For Heraclitus, the world’s constant flux isn’t chaos but the expression of a deeper coherence.
    • Perspective and flux: What look like strict oppositions are, from a broader perspective, variations of the same underlying reality. Everything is in motion, and opposites are simply different phases of that movement.

    Heraclitus wrote these ideas not as abstractions but in sharply compressed, poetic fragments that still read like koans. Two of the most famous capture the tension at the heart of his philosophy:

    Heraclitus: Original Greek Fragments

    Fragment DK B53 

    πόλεμος πάντων μὲν πατήρ ἐστι, πάντων δὲ βασιλεύς,
    καὶ τοὺς μὲν θεοὺς ἔδειξε τοὺς δὲ ἀνθρώπους,
    τοὺς μὲν δούλους ἐποίησε τοὺς δὲ ἐλευθέρους.

    “War is the father of all and king of all; it reveals some as gods and others as humans;
    it makes some slaves and others free.”

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    Fragment DK B48

    τοῦ τόξου ὄνομα βίος, ἔργον δὲ θάνατος.

    “The name of the bow is life, but its work is death.”

    That same binary skeleton—true/false, hot/cold, on/off—turns out to be more than a linguistic habit. It is built into how our bodies are assembled and how we move through the world.

    The Number Two (Body, Symmetry, Anthropology)

    Human bodies are built on bilateral symmetry: two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, two hands, two lungs, two sides of the brain, and two chambers on each side of the heart. Even our upright posture depends on the coordinated tension of paired muscle groups pulling against and with each other. Anthropology doesn’t treat this twoness as decorative; it sees it as the direct inheritance of the moment early hominids shifted from moving on four limbs to balancing on two. Bipedalism is the hinge that changed everything: the way we balance, the way we allocate energy, the way childbirth works, the risks our joints face, and even the shape of our social world.

    When I was at Cambridge, I had friends at Darwin College who were deep into paleoanthropology, and they treated upright walking with a near-religious seriousness. It wasn’t just another evolutionary detail. It was the event that set the entire human project in motion. The spine reorganizes, the pelvis narrows, the hands are freed, the skull rebalances, and suddenly you have a creature who sees differently, moves differently, and eventually thinks differently. Once you understand this pivot, the presence of twoness—paired structures, paired functions, paired risks—feels inevitable. It is written into the architecture of our skeletons long before it becomes a mental model.

    The Price of Walking on Two Legs

    Years later, I found myself on the freelance writing beat, assigned a run of podiatry and hip-replacement articles meant to boost the SEO of medical providers around Indianapolis. Every surgeon I interviewed confirmed what Darwin friends had said in a more theoretical way: hip deterioration isn’t a personal failure, and it isn’t a matter of lifestyle or luck. It is the predictable outcome of balancing an entire species on two load-bearing joints that were never designed for the workload we ended up giving them.

    Those interviews made the anthropology lectures I’d overheard at Cambridge concrete. The same evolutionary shift that freed our hands for tools, expanded our range of travel, and eventually supported the development of complex intelligence also introduced a mechanical weakness at the heart of our locomotion. The story of bipedalism is often told as a triumph—a leap toward cognition, migration, coordination—but the body keeps the receipts.

    We owe our cognitive advantages to the moment an early hominid stayed upright. The posture that enabled tool use and expanded our vision also concentrated movement into two joints with no evolutionary precedent for the load. The trait that ensured our survival is the same one that produces our most ordinary physical failures. Twoness isn’t just symmetry—it’s the fault line that shows what evolution gave us and what it demanded in return.

    Our Symmetry, Our Fault Line

    Twoness doesn’t just shape our bodies and reasoning; it shapes how we behave together. The same circuits that keep us balanced on two legs make us responsive to mirrored movements, call-and-response patterns, and the emotional force of acting in unison. Marching, chanting, clapping in time—these are not cultural accidents but binary loops built into our motor system, toggling between left and right, tension and release. Once a group falls into that rhythm, the pattern becomes its own logic.

    Chanting and hypnosis draw on the same ancient circuitry. Give the brain a simple back-and-forth—two beats, two states, two breaths—and it begins to fall in step. Mantras, pendulums, spirals: each works by narrowing attention until the mind stops negotiating and simply follows the rhythm. Argument requires effort; repetition requires surrender.

    The Politics of On/Off Thinking

    After you notice how easily the nervous system locks into simple patterns, it becomes impossible not to see the same mechanism at work in politics. Modern discourse relies on binary shortcuts—safe/dangerous, credible/not credible, mainstream/conspiracy—that act less like judgments and more like switches, letting people sort ideas without confronting their complexity. The same twoness that keeps us walking in rhythm also makes us think in rhythm, repeating whatever categories the culture provides.

    Nowhere is this clearer than in the way “conspiracy” is used as a reflexive dismissal. What began as a descriptor has hardened into a kill-switch that ends a conversation before it starts. The irony is that many political narratives function exactly like the conspiracies they condemn: tightly plotted stories with villains, destinies, and sweeping explanations of how the world works. Because they come from the in-group, they’re not seen as conspiratorial—only as truth.

    Once thought collapses into these two poles, the space between them fills with the logic the binaries can’t hold. Cognitive dissonance becomes comfortable; contradictory beliefs can sit side by side because the structure itself absorbs the tension. This is where Lewis Carroll becomes oddly useful: a world of paradox and nonsense emerges whenever a system insists on being too simple for the reality it claims to explain.

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    This collapse also betrays the Greek intellectual tradition we inherited. Aristotle built logic on distinctions, conditional reasoning, and hypothesis—provisional thinking, not reflexive dismissal. Yet in contemporary language, “conspiracy theory” has swallowed the entire category of hypothesis, as though an unverified idea were a moral offense. Binary logic—true/false, one/zero—was always meant as scaffolding, not a worldview. When a culture mistakes the skeleton for the full structure of thought, it loses the ability to evaluate ambiguity, early theories, historical analogies, or anything that resists instant classification. The binary does the sorting, and the mind stops doing the thinking.

    Lewis Carroll understood better than almost anyone that a system built on rigid binaries eventually exposes its own absurdities. Long before Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland became a cultural shorthand for surrealism, Charles Dodgson—the Oxford mathematician behind the pen name—was publishing work on symbolic logic, syllogisms, and paradox. His Symbolic Logic (1896) and earlier papers demonstrate a meticulous mind fascinated by how small errors in reasoning can warp an entire system. Wonderland is not chaos for its own sake; it is what happens when logic is followed so strictly, or so literally, that it loops back into nonsense.

    In Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865) and Through the Looking-Glass (1871), Carroll builds worlds where binary categories are stretched until they break. Things are and are not. Directions reverse themselves. “Up” and “down” become interchangeable states, not opposites. The Cheshire Cat can disappear until only its grin remains—an ontological joke about predicates without subjects. The White Queen believes “six impossible things before breakfast,” a line that functions as both whimsy and a critique of anyone who treats belief as a binary rather than a spectrum. The Red Queen’s rule—“it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place”—captures the experience of a system that moves but does not progress, a perfect metaphor for political discourse stuck between two immovable poles.

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    Carroll’s most explicit engagement with logical failure appears in “What the Tortoise Said to Achilles” (1895), a short dialogue published in Mind, in which the Tortoise exposes a paradox at the heart of deductive reasoning. Achilles presents a simple syllogism, but the Tortoise refuses to accept the conclusion unless each inferential step is itself turned into a new premise—and the regress never resolves. It’s a demonstration of how a system built too rigidly on formal logic can collapse under its own structure. The reader is left with the uncomfortable realization that logic alone cannot force acceptance; something extra-logical—intuition, agreement, shared understanding—must step in. In other words, even the most orderly systems need a space outside the binary.

    This is precisely why Carroll is the perfect guide for understanding the weird cognitive zone between political binaries. Wonderland is not absurd because it lacks rules; it is absurd because its rules are too strict. It is a world where binary reasoning—true/false, big/small, sense/nonsense—applies cleanly until reality complicates it, and then everything fractures. Carroll shows how quickly a mind can grow comfortable with contradictions when it is forced to operate inside a framework that cannot accommodate nuance. When Alice asks questions that the system can’t process, she is told that the refusal to accept nonsense is the real problem.

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    In this way, Carroll anticipated a psychological pattern we can see clearly now: when a culture demands that people choose between two fixed narratives, all the discarded reasoning, inconvenient evidence, and unapproved hypotheses get pushed underground. They don’t disappear; they accumulate. They form a Wonderland of their own—a space where banned questions go, where contradictions coexist without resolution, where the logic cast out by the binary finds a strange new coherence. This is not chaos from the absence of structure; it is chaos produced by too much structure, the way a poorly written program enters an infinite loop not because it is disordered, but because it is too rigid to escape itself.

    Carroll’s work suggests that nonsense is not the opposite of logic. It is what happens when logic is applied beyond its natural limits—when the world’s complexity is filtered through an on/off switch that cannot register anything in between. And this, ultimately, is why so much modern discourse feels like Wonderland: not because people are irrational, but because they are using a system of reasoning that is far too simple for the problems they are trying to understand.

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    Conclusion: The Limits of Two

    If there is one lesson that ties all of this together—from Aristotle’s conditional clauses to the symmetry of our skeletons, from bipedal strain to political slogans, from the pendulum’s swing to Alice chasing a vanishing grin—it is that binary systems are powerful precisely because they are simple. They help us walk, breathe, chant, categorize, and compute. They let us build machines that reason, or at least perform something close enough to reason that we mistake it for intelligence. But the simplicity that makes binaries so efficient is also what makes them dangerous. They tempt us into believing that the world itself runs on clean divisions: true or false, safe or unsafe, credible or conspiratorial.

    In reality, most of what matters lives in the space between. Hypotheses, early-stage ideas, historical analogies, political comparisons, uncomfortable intuitions—these are all fragile forms of thinking that require room to unfold. When a culture collapses everything into two poles, it doesn’t eliminate complexity; it just forces complexity underground, where it mutates into confusion, contradiction, or the kind of nonsense Carroll understood so well. A binary system can tell us whether a statement fits within its parameters, but it cannot tell us whether the parameters are adequate to the world.

    To recognize this is not to abandon logic, but to remember what logic was originally for: to help us refine our questions, not silence them. Aristotle left room for uncertainty; Heraclitus insisted on flux; Carroll exposed the absurdity that appears when rules overreach. Even our own bodies, balanced precariously on two legs, remind us that evolution is not a clean progression but a series of trade-offs. Twoness is part of us, but it is not all of us.

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    We outgrow binaries not by rejecting them, but by seeing their limits. The mind becomes freer the moment it notices when the switch has been flipped on its behalf—when “conspiracy theory” is being used as a way to end thought rather than begin it, when a comparison is dismissed before the reasoning can be heard, when an idea is forced into a category too small to contain it. The world is irreducibly complex, and any system that insists otherwise will eventually turn itself inside out, like Wonderland following its own rules to the point of absurdity.

    If there is a way forward, it begins where the binary ends: with the willingness to let a thought be unfinished, a theory be tentative, a question be unsettling. The space between two poles is not a void. Binaries are tools; problems arise only when we mistake them for reality.

    Works Cited

    • Aristotle. Categories. Translated by J. L. Ackrill, Clarendon Press, 1963.
    • Aristotle. De Interpretatione. Translated by E. M. Edghill,
      in The Works of Aristotle, edited by W. D. Ross, vol. 1,
      Oxford University Press, 1908.
    • Carroll, Lewis. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Macmillan, 1865.
    • Carroll, Lewis. Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
      Macmillan, 1871.
    • Carroll, Lewis. “What the Tortoise Said to Achilles.” Mind,
      vol. 4, no. 14, 1895, pp. 278–280.
    • Carroll, Lewis. Symbolic Logic. Macmillan, 1896.
    • Mastronarde, Donald J. Introduction to Attic Greek.
      University of California Press, 1993.
  • Concrete Lessons in Modernism and Memory at the University of Utah Fine Arts Building

    I learned the feeling of Modernism—before I could define it—by walking the Fine Arts & Architecture complex at the University of Utah. Designed around 1970 by Edwards & Daniels Associates, the complex rises in stacked planes and shadowed seams, a 140,000-square-foot maze of studios and galleries where every surface feels purposeful, guided by light, proportion, and clarity. I arrived there from West High on an academic scholarship, and those halls became my first real encounter with modernist form as something lived rather than studied.


    University of Utah Fine Arts & Architecture Complex

    I spent long evenings studying in the building’s corridors and studios, walking the terraces before finals, the building’s hard edges throwing shadows that made the campus feel both monumental and strangely quiet. The complex behaved like a modernist sculpture in the American postwar sense—an environment built on honest materials, structural clarity, and the idea that meaning could emerge without ornament.

    That late-modernist language runs through the campus. The J. Willard Marriott Library—completed in 1968 and spanning more than 600,000 square feet—shares the same architectural convictions: clean geometry, open interiors, long sightlines, and reading rooms shaped by natural light. Together, these buildings formed the atmosphere of the university: a campus grounded in the belief that form and learning could reinforce one another.

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    Fine Arts & Architecture Building: Notes

    • Extends the language of late modernism.
    • Reinforces Adolf Loos’s Raumplan at institutional scale.
    • Dramatic shifts in volume, light, and circulation.
    • Concrete left raw; brick infill carefully grouted.
    • Cedar used for warmth and acoustic softness.
    • Circulation alternates between platforms, lobbies, studios, and skywalks.

    Beat Lines, Drafting Lines

    For me, that concrete also carried a family echo. My grandfather, Jeffry Cloward McBeth, came out of the same era of Utah modernism that produced these buildings, and as a Fine Arts student at the University of Utah studying to become an architect, his life was threaded so tightly through the campus that it is hard to tell where the architecture ends and the family stories begin.

    He met my grandmother on the University of Utah hillsides in the late ’50s—she still remembers him pedaling up Elizabeth Street to pick her up for dates. The stories I grew up with are full of postwar optimism and poured concrete: new campuses, new programs, new forms of art and architecture stretching along the Wasatch Front. His older brother, my great-uncle James “Jim” MacBeth, pushed the impulse into sculpture; two of the three McBeth boys becoming professional artists.

    After my grandparents finished their art degrees, they did what many young artists of the time hoped to do: they left Utah for San Francisco. Both had been raised in strict, traditional households; moving to Haight-Ashbury in the early ’60s felt like stepping sideways into a wider, more permissive world.


    Historic view of San Francisco’s Financial District

    From 1962 to 1963—those hinge years when the city was shifting from Beat quiet to full counterculture bloom—they chased the post-graduate art life they’d imagined from afar. Jeff worked as a architectural draftsman in the Financial District, drawing elevations and facades with the same instinctive love of straight lines and structural clarity that shaped him from childhood.

    Even in a city crowded with ornament, his precision never felt rigid. It read as a worldview, a belief that clarity, discipline, and restraint could carry their own kind of beauty. They returned to Utah in 1964 with their first child, my mom, and brought back the openness and confidence they had gathered during that short San Francisco chapter.

    Sculpture in the Civic Grain

    That impulse toward structure ran through the family in different ways. Jim followed a parallel artistic path north to Ogden, where he became a sculptor and later the Head of the Art Department at Weber State University in Ogden, Utah.


    James MacBeth sculpture in Utah

    His work entered Utah’s public landscape at a moment when cities across the state were embracing modernism in their civic spaces—treating sculpture and architecture as a shared visual language. MacBeth’s best-documented works appear across Northern Utah, including Utah Sandscape (1996), an abstract desert-inspired installation created from tinted mortar on the pedestrian bridge at Salt Lake City’s Gallivan Center, and Connections (1998), a 2,000-pound stainless-steel sculpture mounted above the main east entrance of Weber State’s Shepherd Union Building.

    About Utah Sandscape, Jim said: “I would like (people) to get a feeling of a natural landscape – something that doesn’t happen in the city. It carries people into another environment while still in an urban area.”

    Additional works appear in Ogden City’s public-art catalog, including installations at Lorin Farr Park. His materials were pragmatic—mortar, steel, colored aggregates. He worked in the abstract modernist belief that form should clarify and enhance space, not decorate it.

    Where Jeff practiced modernism through drafting tables and elevations, Jim carried it into public sculpture, creating objects that shaped how people moved, paused, and oriented themselves in the built environment.


    Abstract painting at the Utah Museum of Fine Arts

    Learning to Name Abstraction

    As I learned as an undergraduate in Art History at the U, Modernism means simplification with intent, structure without apology, and clarity that doesn’t fear silence. The Utah Museum of Fine Arts, just down the hill, reinforced this education through the work of mid-century abstractionists like Ilya Bolotowsky and John D. McLaughlin (the image above is #21, 1958 on display at UMFA), whose balanced geometries and disciplined reduction echoed the same values embedded in the buildings outside. Their paintings made abstraction feel less like an artistic choice and more like a way of thinking, shaped entire landscapes, from museum walls to the structural bones of campus.

    Concrete, Memory, Lineage


    Jeff McBeth

    Walking the campus, I feel my grandfather in the architecture itself. The Fine Arts complex and the Marriott Library shaped part of my education long before I arrived, their forms echoing the hard-edge paintings at UMFA and the sculptures spread across the Wasatch Front. My grandfather and great-uncle never approached art as theory. They built and taught, and the discipline of their work lived in the way they moved through the world. When I write about Utah’s artists now, I return to that early understanding: the way structure becomes memory, and memory becomes a way of seeing.

  • Business Cards & Elemental Frequencies

    Business Cards & Elemental Frequencies

    The business card — the ultimate symbol of professionalism, polished and impersonal — carries a strange tension. The “Patrick Bateman” legacy made it a cliché: a crisp rectangle of power, hierarchy, and performance. But what if it could be something else entirely?

    As I started to build a brand around Locks O. Won (my creative alias), I confronted that question — trying to move away from the coldness of presentation toward something more human. I decided to approach business cards as acts of exchange and create four different designs for connections to choose from. Each one carries energy, tone, and intention. Together they form a deck of frequencies — objects that can be chosen rather than handed out. The idea is to let people gravitate toward the card that feels like theirs, with whatever associations (individual or shared) they bring to the table.

    When someone picks a card, they’re not just getting my contact information — they’re showing me something about themselves. The colors, the symbols, and the textures are different for each, but all are bound by the same quiet architecture: grids, light, and elemental motion.

    Element Symbol Palette Theme
    Fire 🜂 Orange + Indigo Passion, energy, activation
    Air 🜁 Teal + White Vision, movement, openness
    Earth 🜃 Deep Blue + Copper Grounding, structure, systems
    Water 🜄 Aqua + Silver Emotion, intuition, flow

    They’re not meant as status markers or branding gestures. They’re a kind of recognition — small objects that hold presence. When someone chooses one, it becomes a point of contact that’s personal, not performative.

    Love Measured, Meaning Drawn

    Why do cards — from Vegas decks to fortune-telling spreads — carry such symbolic charge? Playing cards and credit cards are household staples, and both trace their lineage back to a shared ancestor: the tarot. For centuries, we’ve trusted these small rectangles to mediate risk, reveal luck, or hold identity — compact mirrors of our systems and our selves.

    It was during my final semester at the University of Utah (in Salt Lake City) that I first met the tarot in earnest — that strange twilight between ambition and exhaustion — when I was half-convinced I’d never finish my thesis and would simply dissolve into the carpet of the Marriott Library. Before I tell you what I’ve learned in the thirteen years since — studying and living with the tarot — I should set the scene: the highs and lows of one art historian’s long wrestle with writer’s block.

    A Campus of Light and Ghosts

    2012 at the University of Utah: I lived in the library. Every day, I’d grab a sandwich from the Union, cross the concrete courtyard, and sink into one of those mid-century womb chairs scattered like punctuation across the marble floor. The library had this faint hum — printers, fluorescent lights, the sighs of other overachievers running on pure panic.

    The University had become a kind of ecosystem I’d adapted to perfectly: the brick courtyards, the echo of my own footsteps in the Fine Arts building at night. The writer’s block that swallowed my thesis felt less like laziness and more like a subconscious protest — as if finishing meant being pushed out of a nest I wasn’t ready to fall from.

    I loved the campus; it had become my home in that desperately nerdy, Harry Potter-at-Hogwarts way. I knew its architecture, its hidden corners, its quirks of light. The patches of sunlight that filtered through the windows in the lower levels of the Marriott, the secret tunnels under Fort Douglas where I lived, the gazebo in Officer’s Circle where we’d plug in outlaw stereos and run wild across the field — it felt enchanted, the mythology of a place that raised me from adolescence to early adulthood. I learned so much there — not just about art history and the classics, but about myself as a budding scholar — how curiosity, followed too far, becomes its own kind of aesthetic devotion.

    Measuring the Immeasurable

    The dreaded undergraduate thesis focused on erotostasia — the weighing of Eros — in classical Greek art. It sounds arcane, but what I was really studying was the symbolic and material act of weighing a concept: how humans give shape and measurement to what can’t be measured. On engraved gems, kraters, and gold rings, delicate figures place love itself on a scale. That image — the quantification of an emotion — fascinated me. How do we assign value to feeling? How do we make the invisible visible?

    We spend our lives trying to weigh what has no mass. It’s a subtle transubstantiation — the drift of the invisible into form. Love and death: they exist beyond touch yet leave fingerprints on everything. Everyone is drawn to them, and no one fully understands them. Every withered fortune teller knows the truth of it: everyone asks about love, money, and death.

    The tarot became a way out of my writer’s block — a new interpretive framework for the philosophical logic of something inherently illogical: measuring the immeasurable. It connected directly to what I’d been writing about, both in theme and in impulse. Across history, the ability to represent the immaterial through number, weight, or symbolic value marks a turning point in how people understand reality. That capacity — to assign structure to the unseen — is at the root of culture, of economies, of faith. Tarot gave me a visual and numerical language for that same human urge to make meaning from what resists measurement.

    For the math: C(78, 3) = 76,076 possible three-card draws; with reversals, 23 × 76,076 = 608,608.

    Or, 608,608 ways for the universe to tell you you’re overthinking something obvious.

    Learning to Leave

    Years later, when I moved to England for my master’s in Archaeology and Anthropology, I found the same threads running through ethnography — the study of how people turn belief into symbol and structure. It felt like a continuation of that first impulse: to find meaning through design, to map what resists mapping.

    Years after discovering books about the tarot in my college library, (and yes, I did finish — thesis submitted, nest officially left), I found myself reading tarot cards for other people. From curious art historian (mostly skeptic), as I studied the tarot, I became some kind of believer. For the past couple of years, at festivals and markets in Salt Lake City, under flickering lights and desert wind, I lay cards for strangers. People came looking for guidance, closure, validation.

    The deeper I go, the more I feel I’m understanding the elemental resonances that underpin it all: Fire for transformation, Air for thought, Water for emotion, Earth for the tangible. Those four forces shaped not just the cards but how I began to see everything — the structures of design, the flow of conversation, the ways people signal who they are.

    Between Hands and Symbols

    As I build the world of Locks O. Won, I find myself circling back to that moment of discovery. The business cards, the symbols, the performances — they all feel like continuations of that study in meaning and measure. After years of creation, research, and design, I can only thank the Universe for the strange symmetry of it all: that what began as a thesis on weighing love has become a practice of balancing art, language, and connection.

    Design, like divination, is a way of reading energy — holding something up to the light and noticing what reflects back. But it’s also a form of communication — a bridge between symbolic worlds, an act of translation that turns private meaning into shared understanding.