How do you write about an artist whose work is about everything but the work itself?
This isn’t a fluffy profile of Domingo Castillo. It’s a fluffy profile of conceptualizations of Domingo Castillo. It comes in two parts, and it’s all about ideas, maaan.
Deeper than that, it’s about what it means to sincerely believe in art and love, a belief so deeply enduring that it renders dreams as things worth keeping. It’s also about nightmares, and suggests you consider keeping those, too.
But like everything, this essay is mostly about money. And it ends in a Russo-Turkish bathhouse, deep in the condo canyon off Collins Avenue.
[Published on March 10, 2015 in the Miami Rail. Read the rest here.]