Bonnie “Prince” Billy performed at the Crowley Theater as Kareem James Abu-Zeid read at Marfa Book Company. Walter Benjamin looked on.
For those who don't know, art fairs are the way of the art world these days. They are as inevitable as kissing the anuses of those more powerful than you, and just as enjoyable.
In some ways the late closing date of this group show elongates the casualness of summer, which I appreciate. Summer in Texas should officially last until around September 27th. It could be our consolation for enduring the pitiless heat.
Normally, Houston's esplanades are winding islands of no-man's land. True North adds public sculptures aimed at pleasing regular folks out for a jog or on their way to Walgreens.
Employing strategies of plagiarism, cut-and-paste, and a general denial of authorship, uncreative writers are less interested in actual writing than in curating words that are usually not their own. Because of this, most uncreative writing is, Goldsmith proclaims, unreadable.
Steyerl and Henrot layer and expose the internal machinery of how we produce and access visual knowledge: the green screen, computer monitor, and browser window.
If anything, this show makes abundantly clear that the long history of civilization’s relationship to dogs and cats is troubled, mutually exploitative, purely functional (if not dysfunctional), and ambivalent.
Read this week's list here, or watch as Glasstire Editor Bill Davenport and Founder Rainey Knudson discuss it on video.
Rosenberg crafts laborious replicas of everyday objects then relentlessly ruins them with glops of glue, foam fragments, paint, and trash in his manic, scattershot show.
Drive-by reviews of Austin's summer shows at the Blanton, Lora Reynolds, WATW and Big Medium.
Many of the greatest avant-garde breakthroughs of the twentieth century were being incubated in the kindergarten classrooms of the nineteenth.
It's a sunny summer show, but these aren't playful kids indulging sweet-toothed fancies.
That’s the era we live in: No blank walls no matter how desperate or cheap we may be. Are blank walls that bad?
The works do not demonstrate compelling draftsmanship – not every scribble can be sweet-talked into a masterpiece.
America is over, and the last stand of our compromised, imperial American identity is being staged here at the bottom of the nation.
The transit of Venus across the Sun, the history of recorded image, and the intersection of three Texas art institutions.
On the surface it seems elementary, but I can’t think of a more sophisticated sensibility than true comic absurdity.
When I went to visit Soto: The Houston Penetrable at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, I took six kids along to counterbalance my jaded adult art-critic cynicism.
Skin and Bones is an opportunity to see a complete goofball and romantic fall brutally in love with something as fickle as drawing, over and over and over again.
Why would anyone who is truly creative stay in this state if they could live elsewhere?