Nearly eighty articles originally published between 2010 and 2011 have now been recovered and are available through The Annex Updated.
These first texts mark the beginning of a larger undertaking: the recovery of the archive of aeqai.com, a publication that, between 2010 and 2019, brought together valuable writing on art, artists, exhibitions, and the cultural history of Cincinnati.
Discarded objects become a tactile archive of kinship, girlhood, womanhood, and the memories we carry in Cincinnati, OH.
Thursday Art Play gives young children a hands-on CAC session tied to Homespun, with yoga and art making on July 9 2026.
Yayoi Kusama’s mirrored pumpkin room turns reflection, repetition and glowing color into an endless Cincinnati encounter
Ayana Ross presents seven figural paintings at the Taft Museum as the 2026 Duncanson Artist-in-Residence.
Rites of Passage spotlights nine emerging artists at Manifest, opening July 10 with student work from eight U.S. states.
Although I am an avowed admirer of her solo work and have known her for nearly twenty-five years, I do not remember ever having spoken in person with Liudmila Velasco. About her work, about the weather, about how unbearable this or that artist can become. When I left the island, Liudmila was already practically an institution within Cuban women’s photography...
When we first came across Tim Harrier’s Shaman Spirit Guides, we dismissed them without mercy as the product of artificial intelligence. The mud-covered faces, the animals emerging from the background, and an unbroken frontal force produced, almost at once, a malignant suspicion. Suspicion ran far ahead of the work. And we are right to suspect almost everything in life. This series, no...
Northern Kentucky University’s Ceramic and Sculpture Studio is brimming with teachers. They come from all corners of the U.S. to grind glass, cast bronze, and weave cotton cloth under the tutelage of master Ashanti artisans of Ghana, West Africa.
MaryCarol Hopkins, professor of Sociology, Anthropology, Philosophy at NKU, conceived the idea four years ago of a summer African Art Institute for teachers. She...
Lady Liberty returns. Not the Neoclassical colossus on Liberty Island. It is the shrieking girl with the liberty spikes on the S.O.S. ART posters plastered all over downtown. S.O.S. ART is a rally cry for peace and justice, which began in March of 2003 just as the U.S. invaded Iraq. As President George W. Bush called up...
Walking into the interior of Saad Ghosn’s house near The Cincinnati Zoo carries an almost physical impact, shifting from the bright leafy world of his front walk to shady rooms replete with colorful and exuberant art, some of it his own. This is the ninth year Ghosn has published his self-funded For a Better World, Poems and Drawings on Peace and Justice. Annual exhibits that have shown...
There is a book. Before the exhibition, before the charcoal drawings spread across the galleries of the Contemporary Arts Center, before the viewer crosses the blue thresholds into the dreamworld of Freeman Little...
A few months ago I wondered in these pages what Macron was getting out of lending the Bayeux Tapestry to the English. Forty thousand French citizens signed a petition to block it, citing textile fragility and, I suspect, a touch of cross-Channel rancour as well. The other question remained: what would the British Museum get out of it.
Now and again, chance weaves a concurrence of circumstances that places us before a window opening onto the past. The opportunity to converse, undistracted, with the Austrian artist Stylianos Schicho was a privilege, since what most interests me in art are the sinews that bind it to whoever produces it.
Fanfiction readers are building ways to hunt for AI inside stories that were supposed to belong to the intimacy of fandom. The Verge reports that an anonymous X account released an AO3 skin that turns a work page red when it detects a Claude-related code artifact pasted directly into Archive of Our Own. The method can catch one specific trace, and The Verge's own testing found that the red screen appeared when Claude text was copied straight into AO3. It can also miss generated work that passes through another editor, and it cannot tell whether Claude wrote an entire story, corrected a paragraph, translated a line, or touched a draft through someone else's editing.
The tool changes the reading posture. A fanfic community built from pseudonyms, gifts, borrowed characters, private obsession, and volunteer labor starts treating style as evidence. Readers inspect punctuation, sentence rhythm, purple prose, and hidden code, then some name and shame writers in public. The fear is understandable. Generative AI feeds on the same open web where fanworks live, and many writers see undisclosed use as a violation of the human exchange that keeps fandom alive. The damage comes when suspicion becomes the main interface. A strange sentence stops being clumsy, excessive, young, translated, or simply personal. It becomes a possible confession.
Midjourney released a behind-the-scenes video of its ultrasound body scanner, and the new look at the hardware did little to settle the older doubts. The company is known for making images from prompts. Its medical project now shows a dunk-tank-like device assembled from scores of ultrasound probes, off-the-shelf computers, Raspberry Pis, and an elevator mechanism that lowers the body through water. The Verge reports that engineers and experts still have not seen evidence that the system can overcome the physics and imaging limits that make ultrasound difficult at whole-body scale. Midjourney says the first launch will be framed as wellness and body composition, which keeps it away from the heavier demands of diagnostic medicine.
That distinction carries a lot of weight inside a spa room. A visitor may not receive a diagnosis, but the setting borrows medical authority through probes, scans, images, and the promise of frequent bodily measurement. The device does not have to claim disease detection to change how a person looks at their own flesh. It can produce a recurring internal picture and invite the user to compare it over time. Evidence then becomes part of the product experience rather than a condition that clearly arrives before it. The scanner can open as wellness while speaking in the visual grammar of medicine.
Meta has begun putting a meter on one of the most intimate functions in its smart glasses. According to WIRED, users of Ray-Ban, Oakley, and Meta-branded AI glasses will get limited access to Conversation Focus, a feature that boosts the voice of the person in front of them in noisy places. Without the Meta One Premium Plan, the feature runs for three hours a month. Paying subscribers get expanded use, though even that is capped at 15 hours. Meta says the feature works on-device and that the subscription supports continued development and premium device support. A company spokesperson also said this is not an AI rate limit.
The distinction may be technically true and socially thin. The glasses sit on the face, the microphones collect the room, and the software decides which voice should come forward. A user at a restaurant, station, bar, classroom, or family table receives hearing as a counted allowance. The old subscription bought storage, entertainment, or cloud software. This one reaches closer to the body. It turns assistance into a monthly plan and makes a crowded conversation depend on a cap, a notification, and a customer-support tier. The device still looks like ordinary eyewear, but one of its promises is now measured in hours beside the ear.
