One look into his black, dead-fish eyes and I knew that I was far more likely to be found rotting in the trunk of my car than to ever get paid for any art of mine he sold.
August 2, 2006
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Tired of hot summers? Love the snow? Want to eat some herring? Denmark, Finland and Norway offer a variety of international artist-in-residence programs.
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When Terrie received a joint invitation from the governmental arts agencies of Norway, Finland, Sweden and Denmark to make a research trip, I quickly cashed in my frequent flier account…
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Given the hundred or more competent artists laboring in kitchens, bedrooms and warehouses here, it was surprising to see the lack of breadth in the talent offered by local galleries…
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I guess one necrotic art organization has to tell a lie or two to get money from the next necrotic art organization.
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The Donkey Show The Donkey Show, in its use of a domestic setting for a gallery and its inclusion of an out-of-town artist, continues two new Austin trends. For this…
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Nowadays, between late-night massages, morning tennis lessons and afternoons at the yacht club, I barely have time to be a creative genius.
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Misery loves company, and the arrival of Kiki Smith’s retrospective at the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston in the depths of a stifling southeast Texas summer is timely.
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We seem to be at a peculiar moment in the history of art, unprecedented and confusing in many ways. (Other turn-of-century periods proved similarly chaotic, but the dawn of cloning,…
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Unfortunately, the Art Death system has no use for artists who say things like Satan has personally authorized me to bleach society down to the roots.
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If I don't have to worry about oversensitive nuts seeking vengeance, criticizing art will be fun, like torturing anything that can't fight back.
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Two recent exhibitions at the Ransom Center Galleries did what the Harry Ransom (Humanities Research) Center does best. They conveniently collected together a wealth of rare or unique artifacts for…
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"Deeeaaaad people, deeeeaaad people," chanted my eight- and nine-year-old daughters with their friend Anabelle. We were driving down a dusty country road that led us past the Tehuacana Cemetery. The…