For the past weeks, I’ve kept a new monograph on the artist Emily Mason on my glass coffee table, observing the sea of ...
Entering The Roaming Peach Blossom Spring, Qiu Anxiong and Howie Tsui’s two-person exhibition at the Richmond Art Gallery, ...
Elisa Wouk Almino is a writer, editor, and literary translator based in Los Angeles. She is currently the editor-in-chief of ...
During the reign of Benito Mussolini, an enormous carved relief of the dictator’s head loomed over the streets of Rome, his downcast gaze ...
Tara Anne Dalbow is a writer and critic living in Los Angeles. Her work has been featured in the Los Angeles Times, Artforum, ...
In the season’s penultimate episode, we feature Andrii Ushytskyi, a Kyiv-based writer, dancer, and co-editor of Solomiya, an independent magazine founded in response ...
Ruth Asawa spent the summer of 1948 making buttermilk for her teachers, Josef and Anni Albers, in Asheville, North Carolina. She was enrolled at… ...
The best way to fuck something up is to give it a body. A voice is killed when it is given a body. Whenever there’s a body around you see its faults. The question is, now, in an artworld and social ...
Tilt your ear to a Jack Whitten painting and you might hear music. “You gotta be able to think like John Coltrane to do what I am doing in painting,” the artist said in the final decade of his life.
Pablo Picasso is so famous and so ubiquitous and so dead that he is easy not to think about at all. It’s as though his most renowned artworks are in the next gallery along with his clownish public ...
An eight-foot wooden ramp was propped up at a forty-five-degree angle in one corner. Knotted ropes hung from six holes drilled near the ramp’s top. The din of the ongoing installation echoed from ...
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