Seth Orion Schwaiger

Together, SOFA Gallery, Ruggiero, Wick, and this exhibition embody the hope and the drawbacks of contemporary art in Austin.

Despite a public-funding disappointment, Co-Lab is set to expand with a little help from its friends.

The idea that pattern recognition is not solely an aspect of visual interpretation but also of experiential sorting—and that these two are operated by the same mechanism in 40Hz—pushes Kantor’s theme onto a much larger stage than simple illusory fun.

Here, contemporary masculinity is depicted as a state of begrudging participation in a ridiculous game that lacks any living author.

If the materiality of paint and substrate is your thing, three current Austin exhibitions give you an opportunity to dial in your desired level of production value.

Last week the Austin Critics’ Table held their informal and highly irreverent annual awards ceremony.  With their fair share of salty language and off-the-cuff humor, writers from The Austin Chronicle…

GrayDUCK re-opens with Leigh Ann Lester's new works that toy with classical botanical drawing, nearly falling prey to the lures of that historical genre.

In the States, Mike is an Everyman, but in the UK, Mecca of dry humor, Mike is every American.

With only two or three inches between each work, the exhibition doesn't exactly lend itself to parsing, but it's a show about transition: from where the gallery has been to where it is going.

Forgive me, Father: I paid $20 to have my artwork in a juried exhibition with 30 other depraved artists. I did so with full free will and knowledge of my actions and know this is a mortal sin.

Galleries exist in a strange gradient between shop and museum, money-maker and cultural institution. Pragmatism has certainly dictated that this exhibition leans toward the former.

The apartment gallery is to the critic as the firefly is to the concerned biologist. Both a signs of a healthy ecosystem. Many of us lament the passing of an Austin original that will light up 49th street no more.

Swank: saturated style, confidence, nostalgia, sex, gloss, perfection to the point of sleaze. The works reach out to you and say, “Why don't you relax and sit on the leather sofa while I mix you a drink?”