The Past Imperfect of Jutta Koether
For many years, Jutta Koether drained blood and love from the color red. In her paintings, that untouchable hue became atmosphere for a genus…
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 MoreFor the first time in the history of the São Paulo Biennial, the turnstiles disappeared. Attendees carried no tickets and sported no bracelets. The…
Read MoreThe looping ladies and lipsticked cigarettes of Sojourner Truth Parsons’s past pictures give way here to a litter of pups amidst polychromatic explosions sopping…
Read MoreThe word “angst”’ in German carries a certain weight – as most German words do – that is less evident in its English appropriation:…
Read MoreThe Queens Museum is devoting more space than it has ever given over to a single artist to survey the career of Mierle Laderman…
Read More“I’ll show you fear in a handful of dust.” – T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland …
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 MoreA retrospective exhibition should be thick with time. More ephemeral than the objects it displays, it is a stillness that passes, a terrain upon…
Read MoreThis year’s Berlin Biennale title, The Present in Drag, spells out clearly what we can expect. The aim of the show is to reflect…
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…
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