“A Self-Implicated Search”: Reviewing Robert Linsley’s Final Book
At an artist talk several years ago, I asked Robert Linsley to explain why artworks should be treated as human beings. Seemingly embarrassed, he…
Read MoreAt an artist talk several years ago, I asked Robert Linsley to explain why artworks should be treated as human beings. Seemingly embarrassed, he…
Read MoreA common theme haunts descriptions of the Irish artist Brian O’Doherty; to many, he is a protean ghost, transcendent of categories and heedless of…
Read MoreIs there a color more indexical of melancholy than blue-grey? It is the color of fog, the color of nature suffused with an intelligence;…
Read More“It’s in hell where solidarity is important, not in heaven.” – John Berger, Seasons in Quincy Media veracity, it seems clear, has dissolved into…
Read MoreThe past vexes us. Longing to feel connected to it, those with money tour the world’s ancient ruins searching antediluvian kin. Meanwhile in Eurocentric contemporary…
Read MoreFor many years, Jutta Koether drained blood and love from the color red. In her paintings, that untouchable hue became atmosphere for a genus…
Read MoreEva Hesse’s collected diaries begin at the end. In the book’s last sentence, editor Barry Rosen thanks Hesse’s friend Gioia Timpanelli for discovering the…
Read MoreWithin intimate relationships, symptoms of passive aggression range from mild irritation to buckling torpor. When the relationship is between entire populations and corrupted institutions,…
Read MoreOccasionally, a show hits the sweet spot so squarely, that critical faculties seem to evaporate on the tip of one’s tongue. In the case…
Read MoreRachel Harrison’s acidic colors, faux-finish surfaces, and otherwise unseemly media screech like saboteurs of good taste. Unlike a certain nascent presidential candidate, however, they…
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