Scenes from the crowd at this year's Art Car Parade in Houston.
In my defense, most overtly political art stinks.
Nina Hartman is the kind of thinker who fits right into the world of Farewell Books, and her aesthetic is easily connected to her experience as a zine maker.
The iconic 1966 image Standard Station by Ed Ruscha sets the compass at Regarding Ruscha at the McNay Art Museum.
Maybe this is not such a strange place to look at art after all.
Imagine replacing the giant sculpture of Lincoln in the Lincoln Memorial, but leaving the outline of the original piece on the floor.
Engelstein’s drawings can come off as stubborn and rigid, but give them time: soon they will warm up and start telling some pretty odd and particular stories.
I pointed my Instagram-primed iPhone up at the blocks, tilting back until the espresso I forgot I was holding dumped all over my face and collar. I blame you, Lewis.Tsurumaki.Lewis!
A telling image of a young Doug sitting on the bumper of a 1941 Buick Roadmaster holding his Gibson ES175: he’s already brimming with confidence and charisma — He knew he had it.
The week's best art events in Texas, some amateur climate modeling, and a pratfall.
Best known for his distinguished body of portraits and self-portraits, Ángel Rodríguez-Díaz has also established himself as an accomplished printmaker and public artist.
Austin-based multimedia artist Luke Saviski's Ht/X event opens Houston's CounterCurrent 15 festival.
Nowhere else can you make as pointed a statement about commodification, while still being so wretchedly complicit!
This is a truly international fair. I don’t mind the low ceilings at all anymore.
French Street Artists have changed the face of urban art for everyone, giving the genre credibility and the sort of elegance that only the French can achieve.
Together, SOFA Gallery, Ruggiero, Wick, and this exhibition embody the hope and the drawbacks of contemporary art in Austin.
Photocollages in the ancient tradition. I wouldn't have believed there was another rabbit to be pulled out of that old hat!
The Art World has undergone a second pop invasion—this time it’s authentic pop, and The Museum of Modern Art has slipped into a warm bath with its razor to kill itself like a Roman Senator.
The Galveston Artist Residency made an interesting curatorial choice in pairing works with actual plants. The plants made more sense with some work than with others.
I’m 80% sure that Dallas is still not an art destination and doesn’t deserve the frequency with which it appears in the travel sections of other cities’ magazines and newspapers.