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I’m not moving to Austin, but I will definitely be back.

I want to keep them excited about art! I look forward to helping them develop their skills and opening them up to new possibilities.

"Houston party scene, 2015... you guys are fucking up his tuxedo!"

Autumn Knight encouraged us to literally “break the ice” using heavy sledgehammers and big bags of cubed ice.

"Really interesting institutional critique - just the fact that he is destroying the gallery."

This only barely involves art, but hey: it’s the summer.

Houston is pregnant with possibilities. Why aren’t our universities capitalizing on them?

The video is a nightmare. It will ruin your day, and you can count yourself lucky that that’s the worst it can do.

Morris has turned to a kind of religious and artistic formalism, while cultivating a perhaps fanatical relationship with outdated technology, language and phenomenology.

Notes on a remarkable week.

Jules Buck Jones comes off a bit like a wild child. Formality doesn’t interest him. It’s easier to picture him perched in the canopy of a forest than standing on the concrete floor of a white-cube gallery.

Valdez's narrative is an allegory for the physical, emotional, and spiritual journeys faced by all human beings as we move through life.

No one would have played along if Duchamp pointed at the urinal in situ and said it was art.

When I heard they were going to put a woman on the $10 bill, my first thought was: Emily Dickinson. (My second thought was: can’t we get rid of Andrew Jackson instead?)

When does a young adult’s anti-intellectualism morph into something that it smells more like cynical political maneuvering?

As artists and writers, when we type in our usernames and passwords and enter into the near-mythic reproducibility of social media, we must never forget that our job is to remain rigorously critical in the face of distraction.

Is this art? Is that a stupid question?

The collected objects mingle, and the stories behind the objects create patterns, and the collection taken as a whole sends out the impression of luckiness in book form.

The resulting images are not the flashiest works, but they reward prolonged looking and would appeal to formalist junkies.

To non-creative people, this must look nuts.