Review

It really is an indictment of our culture that this seems perfectly natural and incredibly entertaining. And it is entertaining.

The show is almost like a pro athlete going back over all his game tapes to better understand his own evolution.

Dyson subverts the taxonomy of inhabited spaces, and in this way, the act of occupying space is a political act, and it's powerful.

It is through these staged recreations that we confront our own bodies as agents of death, pain, and healing.

There are better and worse ways to stage a revolution. Somehow this all feels so… familiar.

In this historical moment in which democratic institutions around the world are are under attack, programs like the Teen Council and its exhibition feel necessary and urgent.

In Rodda's work, we're seeing through so many lenses and types of voyeurism that it feels impossible to parse the ethics of it all, and the work addresses this tension.

Some thoughts on a few current shows.

Sosnowska's sculptures of mutilated building elements are not creative approximations of architecture; they are staircases and other building elements fabricated to industry specification, distorted and reassembled.

Bryant explores his own relationship with specific figures in art history in an attempt to find new meanings, and perhaps challenge the old ones.

The surface of jubilant play and imperfection in McNamee-Tweed’s work gives way to a more existential bleakness.

The insularity of the art world is thanks in no small part to our frequent inability to have fun with what we do, which is why an artist like Goolsby should be embraced.

One of my questions before going to see the show was about the relationship between Teresa Margolles’ and Hermann Nitsch’s work, beyond the obvious commonality of blood and performance.

The fact that these explorations into the human condition are already the subject of his source material appears to have escaped the imagination of the artist.

When the worst of the Trump right finally join the worst of the Bernie Sanders left, I'll be in a bunker having a sardonic conversation over a glass of wine and a fancy sandwich with Bill Willis and Sarah Fisher.

Both artists share a respect for nature that eloquently underpins their bodies of work.

To begin to understand how grossly overlooked the artist Dorothy Hood has been, you have to see the late artist’s paintings in person. There is no substitute for standing in…

It’s hard to replicate a personalized online shopping experience in a white-walled gallery.

This building had served as the city’s massive input/output system for a half-century, before this audacious hack

"Our jobs as artists are to paint what we come in touch with and help other people diagnose the ills of society. Once we diagnose them we can cure them."