"I feel that I am putting myself on the continuum between the microscopic and the universal, and finding that place where I fit into all of that."
Curators Andrea Karnes and Alison Hearst have organized a mini-biennial of the latest and greatest hits of Mexican art since the 1990s.
As a participant, and now manager, of Project Row Houses' Young Mothers Program, City Council Candidate Assata Richards considers the mothers as artists-in-residence. Each is an artist and what they are creating is their life.
Ugh, but it's a fine thing when art moves you. Individual experiences may vary, but that's the beauty of subjectivity. Just let it happen. I mean that sincerely.
Peter Lucas asks Bill Viola about early video, slow motion experiences, dreams, and death.
It's a 1600-mile weekend, too many things to see them all unless you're 2.5 people. I'm spending my weekend in Houston, tending the Glasstire booth at the best ever TX Contemporary Art Fair.
Tim DeVoe and Miriam Ellen Ewers inaugurate a new West Dallas space with a large green sculpture like a skateboard ramp. Hurry, it's closing Saturday!
Struck by the cinematic qualities of these drawings, and by elements in them that reference specific movies, Peter Lucas glimpses beneath the stitches of Bise's drawings, with a DVD extra!
Simultaneously chaotic and comforting, Anne and Steven's home is like hanging out on the Pee Wee Herman set in the middle of a good rain storm.
Kelley says she is “inspired by the malleable nature of young minds and the twisted intricacies of immature adults.”
A international survey, four hardworking artists' solo shows, and the irreplaceable Kermit Oliver. Wait — that's six!
Mazurek chose the name for its scientific ring: a simple, categorical name to stand for a thick and diverse file, on view at Richland College.
Video works, installations and filmed performances from artists that both spaces have exhibited over the past few years are much more than a greatest hits montage.
Bill T. Jones speaks about collaboration. One young man, who only stuck around for the free wine, decided it was open mic psych night.
The Euro-based aerosol fest comes to Houston: The sun was out, and a breeze was blowing the paint fumes away across the lake of roof-leaked rainwater. It was a beautiful afternoon to be on a ladder.
The sound of the conté crayon marking the wall is both soothing and grating. I sit on the concrete floor thinking that, as the viewer, I too should experience some discomfort.
First, the good news about the Houston Fine Art Fair: Robert Pruitt was selected as 2013 Artist of the Year. Otherwise, HFAF came back for its third year—but it did so without some major Houston galleries and some early supporters.
Michael Bise’s adversity has produced a suite of drawings that offer us an alternative and unblinking view of the experience of death, illness, and our medical system. Luckily for us, he is brave and skillful enough to share it.
The heart of the performance was in one perfect, inconceivable, totally unscripted gesture. Harris performs again tonight at 6 p.m.
Tuymans' heavy, content-driven art is also compelling. Theory-addled MFA students: go see how it ought to be done.