For the first time since . . . ever, the CAMH has chosen younger, local artists for serious, solo shows in their main gallery.
As befits a young artist putting together her first museum show, which is also her second solo show, Debra Barrera gives it all she's got.
Donnett's big, dimly lit black room is populated with objects heavy-laden with symbolism. Ominous and funerary.
The show presents us with models and renderings — evidence of their value — as well as possible, but the case remains open until the work is built.
As Joss Whedon says: “Don’t give people what they want. Give them what they need.” Is the answer to dwindling crowds at museums really to turn the museum into something completely opposite its original intended function?
Artifacts from Sun Ra’s D.I.Y. record label El Saturn in the 1950s and 60s on view at Rice Media Center
Here, contemporary masculinity is depicted as a state of begrudging participation in a ridiculous game that lacks any living author.
Quiet, poetic, intimate — It occurs to me that paintings like these fill the void left in people's lives by the absence of books.
If a truck jumped the curb at Dallas City Hall and rammed into the Henry Moore sculpture, should your Aunt Linda then opportunistically petition to have it destroyed rather than restored, just because it doesn’t meet her definition of art? Of course not.
In his first solo exhibition, sub, at Farewell Book in Austin, Erik Shane Swanson transforms a bookstore gallery into a dizzying padded environment.
What makes Art 21 so successful is how it demystifies the conundrum of what we refer to as contemporary art.
Two Houston exhibitions share a low-key, amorphous spirituality.
I’ve certainly noticed a “go with the flow” attitude for Chinati Weekend in not fighting all the artists’ love and regard for the local landscape. I, too, went with the flow.
The casual pace reminds me more of Los Angeles than New York, though we could just call it Marfa Time.
Watching someone doing something weird in public demands that we cast aside our assumed notions of what is proper and what is possible.
I'm not saying that many of the works on display would not have been better left in their shipping crates, but whether dogs or divas, I'm glad they were here.
Alverson's finger-lickingly tactile bricks, bars and tubes and his leaden, gloomy colors invest simple symbols with whole operas of pathos.
Film artist Jodie Mack brings flickering patterns and her personal rock opera to Houston and Austin MONDAY, TUESDAY and WEDNESDAY!
Compared with the lardtastic Tex Mex and barbeque that pervades the rest of our city, Third ward is an oasis of vegan, vegetarian, and other restaurants offering a cornucopia of healthy options.
The artist's human-made randomness is controlled through edits, but Walker isn’t interested in controlling nature. This is a language he’s creating to commune with it.