Her Sex and Her Medium Exploded: Coming to Terms with Pipilotti Rist
A woman strides down the sidewalk in anarchic ecstasy, smashing one car window after another with an oversized red flower. The sound of glass…
Read MoreA woman strides down the sidewalk in anarchic ecstasy, smashing one car window after another with an oversized red flower. The sound of glass…
Read MoreMy first trip to Los Angeles started ten days after an election that diminished our assurance in something like a common good. I booked…
Read MoreDuring a month of dispiriting world news, the work first struck me as a room in mourning: an emptiness indifferent to being filled. White…
Read MoreIf I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dream Where immobile steel rims crack And the ditch in the back roads…
Read MorePhysically light, Libertad, Igualdad, Fatalidad (2016) is not underweight on ambition or conceptual ballast. Its creator, Chilean artist Claudio Correa, installed a real-scale brigantine…
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 More“And why is this dedicated to Michael Jackson?” journalist Randy Kennedy asked Isa Genzken last February as both sat on a stage at the…
Read MoreSara Cwynar is just young enough to speak the mother-tongue of post-photography. Certainly her work assumes the dimensionality of an exploded medium and exercises…
Read MoreHair flicks, flirtatious glances, side eye. Hands beckoning and clapping, a finger wagging in rebuke. Body language is highlighted in Borrowed Lady, an exhibition…
Read MoreIn the aftermath of Donald Trump’s nauseating election victory, hard on the heels of this year’s earlier Brexit vote in the UK, it has…
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