Inside the Ruins of American Masculinity: Jared Buckhiester at David Kordansky Gallery
In Continent of Misbelief at David Kordansky Gallery in New York, Jared Buckhiester stages American masculinity as a ritual of collapse and works inside…
In Continent of Misbelief at David Kordansky Gallery in New York, Jared Buckhiester stages American masculinity as a ritual of collapse and works inside…
Tune in to a special bonus episode of Momus: The Podcast featuring a live recording from the launch of writer and critic Minh Nguyen’s…
Louise Nevelson and I are twins, separated at birth by almost one hundred years—or maybe we’re friends, or she’s my godparent: a guiding light,…
In my book, Spoiled, I engage with a group of contemporary Asian American artists who expose and unravel the expectation that their work should…
One Hundred Years, Abbas Akhavan’s current exhibition at the Belkin Art Gallery at the University of British Columbia (UBC), loosely draws on the Brothers…
I got lost several times on my way to Casa Susanna, the exhibition I had set out to write about. It was a sticky…
“A win-win situation is when both Pixy and Moro benefit from each other at the same time,” reads one entry in artist Pixy Liao’s…
The feeling arrived as a sense of wanting to get away. Then I thought I was too hot, my frequent complaint, never voiced, that…
As I crossed the threshold into the dimly lit opening gallery that introduced Nadia Myre’s exhibition at the National Gallery of Canada, I was…
Leilah Babirye’s first solo museum show, We Have a History, at the de Young Museum in San Francisco, is comprised of twelve large-scale sculptures…
Lucy Sante joins us for the finale of Season 8. The Belgian-born American critic, writer, and artist talks about her lifelong textual engagement with…
Last year, from my parents’ windows in Penang, Malaysia, a dark arm of sand appeared on the surface of the water. It was small…
In a large room, yellow glass bulbs were suspended from the ceiling, arranged like pendulums in a Newton’s cradle, lingering precariously about a foot…
Recently, I’ve been enjoying art that disappears. Art that combusts, implodes, melts, burns; that’s what I’m after. Google Gustav Metzger’s singed, barely-there canvases, for…
For the past weeks, I’ve kept a new monograph on the artist Emily Mason on my glass coffee table, observing the sea of its…
Entering The Roaming Peach Blossom Spring, Qiu Anxiong and Howie Tsui’s two-person exhibition at the Richmond Art Gallery, British Columbia, felt like stepping into…