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MFAH’s movie jukebox hosts a rarely-seen favorite of CAMH Director Bill Arning.

Portraits of little dogs, abstractions based on little dogs, photographs of paintings of little dogs, paintings quoting other paintings, with real-life painting of little dogs on top. It's like she's picking a scab.

To these five, clay was fallow ground, just waiting to get all plowed up. As Joan Miró said, "It is time to strike a blow."

From uptown to midtown ....my art odyssey continues with visits to El Museo del Barrio, the Whitney, and the MoMA.

Halloween was a fitting time to see exhibitions with a slightly creepy, psychological edge. I squeezed as much as I possibly could into just over three days.

Well-known street muralist Daniel Anguilu has branded Houston with his colorful, energetic pieces for years, but can they be re-packaged into gallery art?

The 26th Dallas Videofest is an opportunity to see the depth and breadth of what is happening globally in video art.

Seventy year old Kermit Oliver is a Texas legend, a self-described “reclusive” artist who kept his night shift job sorting mail at the Waco post office until this August.

The Houston Cinema Arts festival has become something I look forward to every year. Combing through the upcoming schedule, I have put together a preview [...]

Come to think of it, it might not be a bad idea to skip the other Houston Cinema Arts Festival screenings and just journey through the Verges.

Elegance veers towards a kind of lyrical sentimentalism; beautiful, but dangerously close to a whirlpool of cliché.

Number 4. While it seems like that number is overwhelmingly small, this has already proven to be one of the most emotionally exhausting projects I have ever worked on.

Wild Style is not only the first hip hop movie, but I would argue it’s the only real hip hop movie.

Remember when Art League Houston was lame? Kelly Klaasmeyer says it's been getting better for the past decade and the current round of exhibitions is solid proof.

Rios' oddly beautiful, enigmatic videos feel like a personal reckoning with an immensely complex, globalized world.

Turrell charmed the crowd of art students, professors and other Turrell-groupies with sassy comments like “I make money selling blue sky and colored air.”

Despite a "stormcloud of jaded hesitation," Brian Fee has a close encounter with Austin's new Turrell Skyspace.

Out of all of the types illustrated, I, the Entitled North American Thrift-Store-Clad Screeching Loser, might be the most irritating of them all.

Pirates and Farmers is dense, delicious, and dripping with "limos, homos, bimbos" set in that "dazzled libido of shiny America"—Las Vegas.

It’s an everyman’s Citizen Kane set under Texas skies, interpreted through the alienation of a Sam Shepard play and the quiet longing and restrained hope of a Wim Wenders road movie. In other words, it is really, deeply good.