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Watch Christina Rees and Bill Davenport Skype about the week's top five art events in Texas.

I'm not that interested in radio-controlled drones, high school robotics, or 3D printers. What interested me at last weekend's Mini Maker Faire were the Makers.

If Texas had a pavillion at the Venice Biennale, this is the kind of thing I would put in it.

Dallas arts writer (and sometime Glasstire contributor) Darryl Ratcliff blogged yesterday for CentralTrak’s Canvassing that : “The Whole Arts World Is Totally Fucked. And Everyone’s Talking About Arts Criticism?” Responding…

For its 27th year, the festival spanned two complete weeks held in five different venues throughout Dallas, and this strategy (as opposed to all the screenings in one venue) evidently draws upon different audiences and boosts overall attendance.

For the first time since . . . ever, the CAMH has chosen younger, local artists for serious, solo shows in their main gallery.

Bill and Rainey count down the scariest events this Halloween weekend, with numerous costume changes.

As befits a young artist putting together her first museum show, which is also her second solo show, Debra Barrera gives it all she's got.

Donnett's big, dimly lit black room is populated with objects heavy-laden with symbolism. Ominous and funerary.

The show presents us with models and renderings — evidence of their value — as well as possible, but the case remains open until the work is built.

As Joss Whedon says: “Don’t give people what they want. Give them what they need.” Is the answer to dwindling crowds at museums really to turn the museum into something completely opposite its original intended function?

Artifacts from Sun Ra’s D.I.Y. record label El Saturn in the 1950s and 60s on view at Rice Media Center

Glasstire's Rainey Knudson, Bill Davenport and Christina Rees discuss this week's top five art events in Texas, with a little terminal cuteness at the end.

Here, contemporary masculinity is depicted as a state of begrudging participation in a ridiculous game that lacks any living author.

Quiet, poetic, intimate — It occurs to me that paintings like these fill the void left in people's lives by the absence of books.

If a truck jumped the curb at Dallas City Hall and rammed into the Henry Moore sculpture, should your Aunt Linda then opportunistically petition to have it destroyed rather than restored, just because it doesn’t meet her definition of art? Of course not.

In his first solo exhibition, sub, at Farewell Book in Austin, Erik Shane Swanson transforms a bookstore gallery into a dizzying padded environment.

What makes Art 21 so successful is how it demystifies the conundrum of what we refer to as contemporary art.

For Houston artist Sally Glass, Tinder is over. She’s “so bored, in fact, that I’d rather make a funny archival project than find a life partner through a smartphone app,”…

Bill and Rainey discuss Sun Ra, Jim Roche, Sarah Morris and the rest of this week's top five art events in front of our trippy new green screen.