This guy is red and yellow stripes. That one is gray brickwork. Little realist one-act plays set in the familiar world of our safe, middle-class society.
Don’t let the formality of the titles fool you. The films are filled with dark humor and the messiness of everyday lives.
"Vibrant community." Buzzwords exist to obliterate reality, so what's getting obliterated here? Could it be that the art community is not "vigorous, full of life?" Bingo!
Two guys redoing old Art Guys performances, except they’re black! What does it mean to be constantly carrying a pile of other peoples’ assumptions on one’s shoulders?
Wires cross, sleeping dogs lie, graffiti-abused alleys and a lonely seascape beckon you into the world of Palermo.
Fraleigh is interested in in the subtle moments that nevertheless fuel sexuality: of wanting to control, of wanting to be controlled, of rapture, and of surrender.
As expected, Fischl spoke of his intent to make “Bad” sexually inappropriate paintings with a capital B. But more surprising was his continued passionate admission to being at heart an Abstract Expressionist.
I am prepared to sit through thousands of good-to-terrible Kim Jong-un jokes for a year just to make a point.
I tried getting money from the Non-creative Arts Council of Houston. The NACHO people think their job is to turn artists into submissive, fear-based art-bureaucrats like them. Ugh. I'd rather hustle. At least I'd get to keep some self respect.
Art and art-like objects offer a flurry of year-end holiday bliss at venues across Texas. Go buy some art!
Houston artists Troy Stanley and Tracey Conwell stood up before City Council and Houston Mayor Annise Parker on Tuesday to tell them something's wrong with the Houston Arts Alliance.
Emptiness and woe in some of the pictures are invested with a poetic force and certain street scenes emit and reflect light like visionary theater settings.
Last Thursday, three hundred people, Santa, and I gathered in the shadow of the Sabine St. Lofts in Houston, absorbing free beer, many smores, and a little hot chocolate as we waited to begin the Unsilent Night. Tonight, it's Austin's turn.
I'm so mega-successful I don't even blow the foam off my own beer. Nowadays, between late-night massages, morning tennis lessons and afternoons at the yacht club, I barely have timeto be a creative genius. But it wasn't always this way.
West Texas weather is the crazy doorman to Amarillo Ramp, and no one is on the list.
I don’t think what’s going on out there is really art anymore, anyway. It’s showbiz. And most artists aren’t born with a disposition to play that game.
Video: Ex-Texan Paul Slocum answers Glasstire's questions about post-internet art, Spirit Surfers, and his gallery's chapter in Mass Effect: Art and the Internet in the Twenty-First Century.
In the same way that Kentridge’s lines don’t completely disappear as his drawings progress: even though Apartheid is ended, the tension and strife remains, both in memory and in daily life.
Holiday shoppers, rejoice! No need to regret skipping Cyber Monday or fighting huge malls when there are tons of fairs and markets offering handmade items […]
Can we call Texas’ smattering of outward-looking, wealth-built institutions in semi-rural and rural places “regional,” and if not, what should we call them?