This review originally appeared in Issue 16, published May 16, 2026. You can read this piece and more by purchasing a copy of or subscription to the magazine here.
Words are patterns and letters are shapes. Through Flashe and acrylic ink, “Eve Fowler: words doing as they want to do” at Harvard Radcliffe Institute distills this simple truth. Inside the one-room Johnson-Kulukundis Family Gallery, square canvases line the two long parallel walls. From afar, each canvas offers vivid graphics; coming closer, one can discern more intricate layers that make up the work. This dual visual, the macro and the micro, is illustrative of Fowler’s approach to undertaking a feminist ethic; one has to see things from many valences to truly get the full picture. The Los Angeles-based artist and former Radcliffe fellow is a queer feminist impassioned by studies in the archives of queer activists and writers before her. The theoretical and aesthetic qualities of the show align her work with that of other feminist artists, such as Jenny Holzer (HEAP, 2012) and Adrian Piper (Political Self Portrait, 1978)—artists who call into question the perfunctory mechanics of just how we read and who explore what erupts when we dare to do so differently.
It would make sense, then, that there are no wall labels in the show, although the gallery assistant will offer a pamphlet with artwork information. The show calls on visitors to parse through its interrelated layers and embrace meanings of our own.
The floor of the brightly lit gallery is wide open save for a table with a small stool on the back wall. The barrenness of the room is critical. There is no respite in sitting down on a bench or anything architecturally competing; one must be with the works alone and directly. quiet words (Artist’s Book) (2025), a large compilation of acrylic screenprints on newsprint, lies flat atop the single table. The thin paper is likely familiar to an artist in the early stages of an idea, as the material allows for quick and affordable experimentation. Stapled together, the book felt a bit scrappy, but still like a profound glimpse into Fowler’s process. Carefully flipping through the pages, I recognized many of the same images on the walls that surrounded me, albeit with some tweaks between the newsprint editions and the canvases in their present form. For instance, above the table on a small piece of wall of its own between two windows hangs Ouija (James Merrill) (2025), Fowler’s remaking of the spirit board with which poet James Merrill famously held séances to aid in his creative process. Inside Fowler’s artist book, another rendition of the Ouija board print is layered over a page of text from a letter Fowler uncovered in the poet’s archives at Yale University.
Fowler also pulls inspiration from queer American writer Gertrude Stein; the title of the exhibition borrows lines from Stein’s 1935 lecture series Narration at the University of Chicago. Stein, a towering figure of modernism, was known to employ traditionally visual styles like cubism in her poetry, and thus allowing words to “do as they want to do” characterizes her own experimental style of writing. Fowler draws from Stein’s style and then mirrors it in her own work; the canvas takes up text to transgress its typical function.
Sometimes the wordplay is at work in the title rather than the canvas itself. Snail (Self-Portrait) (2025) is a photographic image of a snail printed in black atop a dark green background. The adjacent Slug (Self-Portrait) (2025) presents the same image, but with a blurrier, darker, slightly shifted print, on a warm pink canvas. Their visual proximity affords the viewer the opportunity to compare what they so often conflate. Instead of understanding them as the shelled/un-shelled versions of each other, we are shown them together and have a chance to pick up on their differences—finding parallels or differences through juxtaposition is a critical element of Fowler’s show.



