Essay

This week on HBO's "Girls," Louise Lasser appears as a wheelchair-bound artist. It struck me as so subtle and genuine that I overlooked it at first.

I decided to look at the exhibition history of CADD galleries to see how diverse this prestigious group is when it comes to the artists they choose to exhibit.

And just like fat people never need to be told they're fat because, seriously, they know, the smarter Dallas artists don't need to be told about how stultifying and suburban Dallas life can be. They know.

Gather your friends whose work you actually admire, pool your resources, and rent space in a vacant strip mall for a month.

My collection is not a commentary on or criticism of performance art itself. I do not know anything more about these performances than the single image.

CentralTrak is one of the only university-backed residencies in Texas. With a steady gallery program, and a sense of community through constant creative activity, there is professional energy bubbling.

This iconic and storied Houston art space ain’t going out without a bang.

I rolled into Dallas on Saturday, just as many of the city's project spaces and galleries had their openings. It was also the beginning of the Dallas Biennial or DB14.

I'm using my Glasstire soapbox to jumpstart the discussion by putting a few on the table ahead of time.

Yes, this is LITERALLY the 600-year-old butt song from hell.

Seek out these strange and wonderful paintings of a fleeting, uneasy world that embodies a darker side of our state identity.

I am impatient to feel awe in my home city. Dallas ain’t Rome—the grammatically troubled understatement of all understatements.

We are falling for a media-induced war between evolution and creation. This soapbox is all Chris Sauter’s fault.

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.

Glasstire first-responders fish valuables from the onrushing flood of Spring Art Activity across Texas!

People look to all kinds of things to explain what and why things happen—some more methodical, others more Methodist. That’s precisely the area in which Chris Sauter’s work dwells.

A charming show of wallpaper at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston pairs historic wallpapers with contemporary examples that slyly riff on traditional patterns.

Why Things are Falling Apart is a book I bought, then put off reading because, not having done my homework about the author, I feared it was written by some Tea Party wingnut.

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.

Frieze is the fair with all the hype—and three cafes, wood-paneled porta-potty complexes, a VIP room and air-conditioned tents out on Randall’s Island. Highlights shall now ensue.