Fred Blauth is a writer and curator based in Pittsburgh.
In the last year or so, I lost my grandmother, my grandfather, moved, quit a job, quit another job and tried to stop smoking at least five times. No one living today is an expert on what comes after death; however, we can all relate to when someone, something or somewhere ends. We’ve anticipated the… Continue reading Essay / The Big Rip
What does the word identity even mean? Is it our most public self or our most private? Is it defined by others, inherited, or self-made? Can I have more than one? What happens when I start to become close to someone else? How do I respect another’s identity? How do I share my own? Identity… Continue reading Essay / Him: You, Me: ME!!!
In printing, a “full bleed” refers to an image printed across an entire page, up to and beyond the edge of the paper. To create this effect, printers must include a border which will then be sliced off, either by hand or machine, never to be seen by the viewer. The resulting image has been… Continue reading Essay / Brother Son Boyfriend Baby
