Op Ed

Her classes made art feel like a world full of possibilities — a new language through which one can discover herself.

In Hannibal, the terrible Ridley Scott-directed sequel to The Silence of the Lambs, Gary Oldman plays an antagonist named Mason Verger. Verger is a wealthy pedophile who was once a…

No one thought it could ever happen. Until it did.

Good old 2020.

The sitcoms on this list usually aired a Christmas episode (two involving dream sequences), and although mostly campy, they remain part of my childhood Christmas memories.

An exhortation to the world of immersive art: please take me to hell. After all, we already live there. 

In 2017, the industry generated $5.59 billion, which resulted in nearly $350 million in tax revenue.

We are now in the phase of Grandpa Lynch.

The Dallas Art Fair’s inability to reimburse the galleries even a part of their expense is a triple whammy for the participating galleries, and it could be cataclysmic for some.

Would your art be better, worse, or not exist without social media?

I don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s a new feeling — fear with some glimmer of the unknown, actual change like light diffusing off the bend of a mountain tunnel.

For the time being, museums won't be considered a boring outing, a field trip, or an on-the-fly pleasure: the effort behind donning a mask and going through the timed-ticket rigmarole will make museum visits purposeful. It will make them special. 

The Chinati Foundation is the gem of the town and the ultimate lure that will effectively draw people to this “safe space.”

If you are driven to do work, if you are the agent and servant of the work, if artistic practice is unavoidable, then you are busy right now whether you are actively making things or not.

A lot of people don’t want things to go “back to normal” because “normal” sucked.

2020: Art in the Age of Pandemic. Death and Beginning-a-new.

I'm writing this on my phone in a car, with a kid in the backseat, while I wait in a Walmart curbside pickup stall.

Not getting to see art in person has gone from feeling like a temporary and honorable discomfort to a kind of psychic pain I didn’t predict.

I hope we are all Captain Kirks, stepping out of the program to find a different way to the other side of this thing.

Hell, I’m flocking everything.