Op Ed

The yearly Artforum society column relaying the DAF goings-on makes for some of the year’s best navel gazing.

In the light of the spring sun, Houston's landscape of textured surfaces and hand-painted signs is open for viewing.

I enjoy seeing my art scene wearing its Sunday best.

Dallas' Goss-Michael shows how an institution can shift gears and broaden its impact.

When Theo Wujcik, the great technical printmaker and beloved personality, laid his head on his hospital pillow, none of it mattered: not Rosenquist’s or Ruscha’s fame, or Theo’s lack thereof, the Dallas art scene, the fainting guy in the audience, or me.

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.

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

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.

Critic Dave Hickey begins by dissing Glasstire, Texas, Houston, stupid liberals, and Rice University, then goes on to the futility of the NEA and alternative art institutions.

When White Rock Lake Weekly published an article entitled “Art? Or an eyesore? City set to decide,” it prompted some serious folks in the Dallas art community to speak up.

In which Dave points out the constraints of identity art at universities, galleries, museums and other bastions of hell.

In which Dave bemoans the administration of art history, the permanent reign of postminimalism, and bad social-content art. Heckler at 14:50!

Part 2 of 4, in which Dave eulogizes the undergound of the late 60's and early 70's, explains how everything has gone wrong with the artworld since.

Critic Dave Hickey begins by dissing Glasstire, Texas, Houston, stupid liberals, and Rice University, then goes on to the futility of the NEA and alternative art institutions.