Two Scenes from A Century , a novel in progress on the lives of Elizabeth McCausland and Berenice Abbott
2023; The Visual Studies Workshop; Volume: 50; Issue: 4 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1525/aft.2023.50.4.63
ISSN2578-8531
Autores Tópico(s)Short Stories in Global Literature
ResumoEssay| December 01 2023 Two Scenes from A Century, a novel in progress on the lives of Elizabeth McCausland and Berenice Abbott Ariel Goldberg Ariel Goldberg Ariel Goldberg is a writer, curator, and photographer whose most recent exhibition Images on which to build, 1970s–1990s, opened at the Contemporary Arts Center in Cincinnati in 2022 and traveled to the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Art in New York in 2023. Goldberg’s books include The Photographer (2015) and The Estrangement Principle (2016). Search for other works by this author on: This Site PubMed Google Scholar Afterimage (2023) 50 (4): 63–67. https://doi.org/10.1525/aft.2023.50.4.63 Connected Content This is a commentary to: Elizabeth McCausland: On Photography Views Icon Views Article contents Figures & tables Video Audio Supplementary Data Peer Review Share Icon Share Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Email Tools Icon Tools Get Permissions Cite Icon Cite Search Site Citation Ariel Goldberg; Two Scenes from A Century, a novel in progress on the lives of Elizabeth McCausland and Berenice Abbott. Afterimage 1 December 2023; 50 (4): 63–67. doi: https://doi.org/10.1525/aft.2023.50.4.63 Download citation file: Ris (Zotero) Reference Manager EasyBib Bookends Mendeley Papers EndNote RefWorks BibTex toolbar search Search Dropdown Menu toolbar search search input Search input auto suggest filter your search All ContentAfterimage Search Berenice slid her hand up the wall, in the darkness of her studio apartment. Elizabeth’s spacious floor of a house in Springfield felt like a mansion by comparison. Her living room enjoyed the company of arguably useless furniture: a cabinet with spare dishes. Not to mention a fireplace. Berenice’s home was squeezed in by the cultural activity around it. The light switch, Berenice promised, would burn their eyes only until she found her way to the lamp across the room. Elizabeth stood at the doorway, unsure about her shoes. She kept them on. As she watched Berenice’s leg brush the couch that was in fact her bed, Elizabeth felt the same throb that distracted her on the bar stool and then at the hamburger counter. Berenice almost knocked the newspaper off the edge of the coffee table. Elizabeth stared more brazenly with Berenice’s back toward her. Elizabeth noticed Berenice’s silk... You do not currently have access to this content.
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