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Digging into the Ransom Center's 40 million manuscripts, rare books and works of art, guided by the meandering lenses of the Lakes Were Rivers artists is time well spent.

Jomama, the persona of artist Daniel Alexander Jones, is a savvy disco goddess who defected from the United States at the start of the Reagan era.

Pat Snow's interpretations of “selfies”—the digital self-portraits common in social media, articulate the soap opera seediness of digital exchanges.

What makes Phan such a good partner is that she doesn’t use every tool every time. She knows when to pack the glitter gun and when to leave it at home.

Higher dimensions are creepy: the idea of unfelt, unseen planes of existence touching our own is like a campfire story told by PhD mathematicians.

Like 19th-century academicians, street artists take a jealous pride in their drawing skills, their mastery of elaborate proprietary styles, and their public reputations.

Much of the art in China is in a dialogue between East/West and the absorption of modern art history. Duchamp! He seemed to be everywhere.

The super tiny, brand new Safe Room Gallery is a must-see, especially if you are going to a movie at the Texas Theatre anyway.

Lucy and Jake is amateurish, but that doesn’t stop it from being funny and entertaining for anyone who knows the people.

Kirsten Macy’s paintings round a corner from her previous brighter, more sensual body of work toward serene, wide open landscapes.

When I was six, I saw a “chafa” (a derogative term used for soldiers in Honduras) beat up a guy so badly that he passed out. The soldier gave no thought at all to the children who were watching.

On July 26-27 Alabama Song will present the longest running exhibition ever to take place. 27 Houston artists, and, oh yeah, there will be an ice cream truck, too.

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Part 1 was about the sheer supersized blue chip hype of Frieze. Pulse was less Six Flags and more neighborhood pizza parlor. Here’s some of the work for your pleasure and critique.

The exhilaration of a Turrell installation can be addictive, and the retrospective promises the ultimate fix, but seeing many of the artist's works together has the surprising effect of diminishing rather than enhancing their force.

But aside from a ridiculous ability to avoid peeing on themselves, how are Senator Davis and Marina Abramovic connected and what can we learn from their inspiring stubbornness?

Close to thirty dexterous, expertly rendered book pages painted on shimmery linen or transparent silk are a puzzling compendium of little known facts.

Drawn on mail between Brooklyn-based Iurato and DTFU Co-directors Justin Hunter Allen and Lucy Kirkman, the devil seems brightly pleased to be dominating even this minor bit of chaos.

A West Texan stage where bemused cowboys and old yearbook photos intermingle with a robed prophet and the ghost of Pablo Picasso.

My first impression was of beanbag chairs waiting on a factory floor, but when I walked between the pieces, they began to gyrate and hum, resembling eggs or breasts underneath padded silk bras.