Clive Holden Grounds the Digital in Aura
I spend most of my life on the internet. I work here, I entertain myself here; I distract, delay, advance, compose, and channel myself…
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I spend most of my life on the internet. I work here, I entertain myself here; I distract, delay, advance, compose, and channel myself…
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Sometimes you get the history you want. Sometimes you get the history you deserve. And sometimes you get the history that’s good for you….
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For many years, Jutta Koether drained blood and love from the color red. In her paintings, that untouchable hue became atmosphere for a genus…
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For the first time in the history of the São Paulo Biennial, the turnstiles disappeared. Attendees carried no tickets and sported no bracelets. The…
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The looping ladies and lipsticked cigarettes of Sojourner Truth Parsons’s past pictures give way here to a litter of pups amidst polychromatic explosions sopping…
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The word “angst”’ in German carries a certain weight – as most German words do – that is less evident in its English appropriation:…
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The Queens Museum is devoting more space than it has ever given over to a single artist to survey the career of Mierle Laderman…
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“I’ll show you fear in a handful of dust.” – T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland …
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Within intimate relationships, symptoms of passive aggression range from mild irritation to buckling torpor. When the relationship is between entire populations and corrupted institutions,…
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A retrospective exhibition should be thick with time. More ephemeral than the objects it displays, it is a stillness that passes, a terrain upon…
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