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The Houston-based organization Asia Society Texas has announced its third cohort of “Artists on Site.”

Various Small Fires, which recently opened a Dallas location, has announced that Lisa Cooley is joining the gallery as Senior Director.

The award also includes a solo exhibition at Big Medium, Austin in the spring of 2020.

In a move that puts them in the running for the George Orwell censorship awards, Facebook has again temporarily banned LA-based artist Micol Hebron. As we previously reported, Hebron recently…

The video is a nightmare. It will ruin your day, and you can count yourself lucky that that’s the worst it can do.

Alison Weaver has been named the first Executive Director of the new Moody Center for the Arts at Rice University. She will begin on September 1, 2015. A native Houstonian,…

Morris has turned to a kind of religious and artistic formalism, while cultivating a perhaps fanatical relationship with outdated technology, language and phenomenology.

Notes on a remarkable week.

Jules Buck Jones comes off a bit like a wild child. Formality doesn’t interest him. It’s easier to picture him perched in the canopy of a forest than standing on the concrete floor of a white-cube gallery.

Valdez's narrative is an allegory for the physical, emotional, and spiritual journeys faced by all human beings as we move through life.

No one would have played along if Duchamp pointed at the urinal in situ and said it was art.

When I heard they were going to put a woman on the $10 bill, my first thought was: Emily Dickinson. (My second thought was: can’t we get rid of Andrew Jackson instead?)

When does a young adult’s anti-intellectualism morph into something that it smells more like cynical political maneuvering?

As artists and writers, when we type in our usernames and passwords and enter into the near-mythic reproducibility of social media, we must never forget that our job is to remain rigorously critical in the face of distraction.

Is this art? Is that a stupid question?

The collected objects mingle, and the stories behind the objects create patterns, and the collection taken as a whole sends out the impression of luckiness in book form.

This week we got hard-hitting Latinos, clever women and a late-blooming name changer.

The resulting images are not the flashiest works, but they reward prolonged looking and would appeal to formalist junkies.

To non-creative people, this must look nuts.

To an outsider, the A&M campus feels unattractive, humorless and a little silly. And yet: there really is a palpable, profoundly likeable sense of honor at the place.