MAGGIE

GRIMASON

writer + editor

About

Maggie Grimason is a writer and editor living in New Mexico.

Books

~~Visually Speaking: A Companion to Public Art in Albuquerque~~

Visually Speaking is a small reader published on the 40th anniversary of Albuquerque's Public Art program. A series of essays provide context for looking at the city's existing public art and offer a deeper understanding of the situations around which public art projects have been created and consumed. This collection of critical writing explores the “public” in public art and the specific ways in which such projects engage with history, culture, the built landscape, and creative practice in New Mexico's largest city. Visually Speaking highlights public art in our city and engages with it openly, honestly, and creatively. Emphasized in each of these essays is the vital dialogue within any public art process and an invitation to think expansively about the future potential of public art in Albuquerque.

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Selected Journalism

~~Spaceport America: New Mexico’s Protracted Gamble on Commercial Spaceflight~~

~~Undark~~

The sun-bleached stretch of the New Mexico desert known as the Jornada del Muerto — the journey of the dead man — is an unlikely spot for Earth’s premier portal to another world.

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~~Fish Fried: What Rio Grande Drought Means for Endangered Silvery Minnows~~

~~The Revelator~~

The tiny fish doesn’t reproduce well in years when the water doesn’t flow. Several bad years in a row could push the species closer to extinction.

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~~Remebering Xu Lizhi the Poet and Foxconn Worker Who Jumped to his Death~~

~~Paste Magazine~~

Xu Lizhi left his room—the linoleumed sliver where he had spent nearly three years now, off and on. Its fluorescent lights beating down their sterile sunlight on pages of poetry.

~~Cyborg Enthusiasts Want to Redefine What Being Human Means~~

~~Playboy Magazine~~

"People do not usually ask of themselves how human they feel. But once you ask this question, maybe you realize that you don’t feel 100-percent human, that there’s a part of you that feels something else.”

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~~Arcosanti, the Commune for Millennial Dreamers in the Arizona Desert~~

~~The Independent~~

The adventurers who make their home in a futuristic eco-city in the desert of Arizona have one thing in common: they're almost all under 30.

~~Albuquerque Modern: A Sunbelt city’s mid-century building blitz draws new admirers~~

~~New Mexico Magazine~~

The sun gleams off the gilded bands of a white tower as Thea Haver, founder of Modern Albuquerque, leads me through the city’s Highland Business District and a few blocks of old Route 66. Oddly situated at the corner of San Mateo Boulevard and Central Avenue, the 17-story skyscraper juts above its surrounding single-story buildings.

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Critical Reviews

Hyperallergic

Many Worlds Are Born, the current exhibition on view at 516 Arts in Albuquerque, New Mexico, is the first of two exhibitions slotted this year to examine disparate histories of the state (the second, Technologies of the Spirit, opens on June 11). Both grew out of Art Meets History, a national initiative led by Ric Kasini Kadour (who co-curated this exhibition alongside Alicia Inez Guzmán, PhD) that “looks at how the divergent histories of race, conflict, and colonialism in New Mexico inform how we imagine our futures.”

Once Upon a Time in Albuquerque

Hyperallergic

Karsten Creightney is a world-builder. His latest solo exhibition Pieces at Richard Levy Gallery, one of downtown Albuquerque’s anchors, is transportive. As the gallery doors swung shut, I found myself zipped into the margins of new realities created in just nine works on paper, canvas, and linen.

Creative Nonfiction

Artists Explore Divergent Histories in Many Worlds Are Born

Creative Nonfiction

What a Ghost Sounds Like

Ploughshares

My sister’s dress waved as she stood, holding her iPhone over her head to search for reception, then fell as she sank into the folding chair beneath her. The loose black twill slipped over the metal, rippling like pond water.

~~Death and Coffee: How One Café Is Breaking Taboos~~

~~Headspace.com~~

I was eight years old when my father passed away. I vividly remember the last time I saw him: he was at the hospital, reclined in a bed, offering me a bite of his ice cream. Now and then I regret shrugging off his offer. The next time I saw him he was laid out in a coffin.

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Contact

Email inquiries:

mgrimaso@gmail.com