“Backlit by panels of frenetic lines and spinning vortexes, inverted skies and hypnotic suns, Mitski took center stage like a phantom in the sickly yellow light.” (Image via: author)
Places called Babylon don’t usually meet excellent ends: Tom Lin on Babylon, South Dakota
In the midst of his small office on the fourth floor of the EPB, looking out onto the Stanley Museum of Art, surrounded by two well-populated book shelves and a Kym Day painting of a cowboy feeding a horse Lo Mein, Tom Lin reclines in his swivelback chair and invites me to take a seat.
