Secor uses objects and artifacts that connote her mother's presence. Huckaby sketches more than a hundred portraits of people in his neighborhood in Fort Worth.
If you are in search of a show that gets a little gritty and echoes a profound darkness and pessimism, you have come to the right museum. Even the philanthropic goodwill of the Menil's founders is questioned.
Entrenched in the world of pattern, Thorne's paintings mix faux bois, window shades, bricks and tiles. Vidal's tent evokes a dream of an arctic "world saturated in blue."
Wegman's hilarious slapstick conceptualism and Stine's tight, focused paintings talk about the life in the artist's studio and the simple act of inventing something.
John Adelman follows the rules. Precise and odd, they dominate every mark.
The apartment gallery is to the critic as the firefly is to the concerned biologist. Both a signs of a healthy ecosystem. Many of us lament the passing of an Austin original that will light up 49th street no more.
There are thirteen major painting exhibitions currently on view in Houston. A humorous but meaningful event at The Art Guys studio cast them all in a different light.
Under the mistletoe, Texas artists looking for a little year-end green and buyers looking for unique gifts get together, doing an end-run around the artworld's high prices.
For most—if not all—the artists here, the difficult task was to come to terms with an event of world-historical proportions that occurred while they were infants or prior to their birth.
Austin’s Farewell Film Club presents a variety of unreal celluloid realities—not only great, rarely-seen films, but an interesting mix of stuff not normally seen together.
Mexico City is buzzing with energy, and its creative citizens are busy taking chances and negotiating life and history. There’s something in the ether right now about making art from potted plants.
Is ultramarine-blue Plexiglas a sufficient reason to title a geometric sculpture Whispering Giotto? What does a chrome cube lined with white rabbit fur on a black granite base have to do with Thelonious Monk?
This exhibition, and its accompanying catalogue, is one that any student of the medium dares not miss.
What was it about Wols and this brief, vague period in art history that gave me the impression I was looking at religious icons?
It's a serious show, but it's not a dick about being serious; I think that's something everyone in the art world needs to learn.
You may like them. You will see. You may like them in a tree!
After the lecture was a tightly coiled media hour. A star was in the building. The star that built the building was in the building. I was stunned by the amount of poetry and humor that emerged inside a handful of minutes.
Pairing of Gillick and Vitale is a strategic curatorial pick for the rebranded institution. This choice is as smart as it is risk-free.
Swank: saturated style, confidence, nostalgia, sex, gloss, perfection to the point of sleaze. The works reach out to you and say, “Why don't you relax and sit on the leather sofa while I mix you a drink?”
In contrast to my recent NY posts, here is a leaner wrap-up of my trip to Los Angeles for bi-coastal balance.