In 1897, Oofty wolfed down an entire quail in one sitting each night for 30 days, finishing off each bird by downing eight glasses of beer using a spoon and smoking a cigar in less than six minutes.
Krach’s show title comes from a place of romantic sadness over a popular painting’s potential disappearance.
Michael Bise struggles to suspend his disbelief as we round up Themed Summer Group Shows. "It's a treasure hunt for bad art."
This exhibition makes an incongruent overview and will be answered in kind.
The video is a nightmare. It will ruin your day, and you can count yourself lucky that that’s the worst it can do.
Morris has turned to a kind of religious and artistic formalism, while cultivating a perhaps fanatical relationship with outdated technology, language and phenomenology.
Notes on a remarkable week.
"It's still art, even though it looks like playground equipment."
Jules Buck Jones comes off a bit like a wild child. Formality doesn’t interest him. It’s easier to picture him perched in the canopy of a forest than standing on the concrete floor of a white-cube gallery.
Valdez's narrative is an allegory for the physical, emotional, and spiritual journeys faced by all human beings as we move though life.
No one would have played along if Duchamp pointed at the urinal in situ and said it was art.
When I heard they were going to put a woman on the $10 bill, my first thought was: Emily Dickinson. (My second thought was: can’t we get rid of Andrew Jackson instead?)
Our special guest star this week is Jennie Ash, Visual Arts Director at Art League Houston!! Like everything else, the Top Five is always better in a British accent. Jennie joined Rainey Knudson on a wet day at Project Row Houses to count down this week's list!
Here is my list of the good and the bad involved in having kids and some tips on how to manage.
When does a young adult’s anti-intellectualism morph into something that it smells more like cynical political maneuvering?
As artists and writers, when we type in our usernames and passwords and enter into the near-mythic reproducibility of social media, we must never forget that our job is to remain rigorously critical in the face of distraction.
Is this art? Is that a stupid question?
The collected objects mingle, and the stories behind the objects create patterns, and the collection taken as a whole sends out the impression of luckiness in book form.
This week we got hard-hitting Latinos, clever women and a late-blooming name changer.
The resulting images are not the flashiest works, but they reward prolonged looking and would appeal to formalist junkies.