In Strip, snapshot photos of Hollywood Boulevard's Walk of Fame reel and collide, resulting in random but systematic juxtapositions of street performers and gawking tourists. As the reader turns the pages of Kathryn Andrews' (born 1973) first artist book, rows of images-much like film strips-become visible, shifting left and right within the picture window of the book page. Ultimately this three-dimensional, layered world is lost as a new image of a fragmented Hollywood emerges from the book's chance encounters. Following in the great artist book tradition of John Baldessari and Edward...

Matt Hale I've never really been included and I've never felt like I truly belonged. But then again, how could I? Living on this island, I've seen and heard too many things. Lies and secrets. They keep me locked to myself. They're the real reason I stand on the edge of the horizon and watch from afar. Other people's lives have grown, evolved, and changed . . . but not mine, it's exactly the same. Day after day, the sun rises, and every time its rays penetrate my skin, I'm reminded that no matter how desperately I don't want to be, I'm trapped. I want to live. I want to breathe. I just want to...