Robert Mango’s art lives in the space where the real and the imagined converge—a place of myth-making, dream-making, and surrealist logic. From his formative years in Chicago, he stood out at the School of the Art Institute, where he quickly became, as he puts it, “the darling of the teachers there” because he had “a […]
As a kid, I religiously peeled the skins off grapes first. A bitter foil to the soft fleshened interior to follow, I bit them brief and swallowed whole as a sort of drum roll. That stark of a distinction between the skin and its grape body hadn’t existed again until this day… several decades later. […]
‘The 100-degree L.A. heat in October had me envying the crispy coolness of colors bursting from the east coast’s dying leaves. Craving nothing more than the feel of leather, fur, and toasty fires, a familiarity with NYC certainly could breed complacence; an unfamiliarity with L.A. could just as easily feed loss. L.A. propels you to drown […]
