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Spoiled Roots: Mark Bradford and the Erasure of Community

Artists tasked with filling the US Pavilion at the Venice Biennale have often poked at its resemblance to Monticello, the plantation designed by the…

Momus Best-Of Volume 3: 2016-17

I confess to experiencing regular doubt, lately, about what art criticism can contribute to the fray when the conversations we need to be having,…

Isa Genzken Plays with the Artworld’s Insides in “I Love Michael Asher”

“And why is this dedicated to Michael Jackson?” journalist Randy Kennedy asked Isa Genzken last February as both sat on a stage at the…

Helen Molesworth Upends the Permanent Hang at MOCA LA

Ruth Asawa spent the summer of 1948 making buttermilk for her teachers, Josef and Anni Albers, in Asheville, North Carolina. She was enrolled at…

We’re Alive, Pablo Is Dead

Pablo Picasso is so famous and so ubiquitous and so dead that he is easy not to think about at all. It’s as though…

Residencies

Momus Arts Journalism Residency June 10 to July 25, 2024 Led by Catherine G. Wagley With faculty including Julia Halperin, Danielle Amir Jackson, Ossie…

Tracking the Sapphic Social Imaginaries: Lesbian Art in Print

Often scraping by on shoestring budgets and volunteer labor, periodicals by, for, and about lesbians—lesbian being a capacious term that increasingly embraces queer, trans,…

“Finding My Voice When Others Would Have Kept it Down”: Introducing Indigenous Artist-Run Center, daphne

Four Indigenous artists are about to launch daphne, an Indigenous artist-run center in Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang/Montreal. The co-founders are Hannah Claus, Nadia Myre, Skawennati, and Caroline Monnet….

Recognition and Reckoning: Montreal’s Alternative Art Spaces at the Crossroads

On a sunny weekend in June, a multigenerational crowd of artists and art enthusiasts flocked to a series of vacant storefronts and office spaces…

In Praise of Good Art Writing

I took this task a bit too seriously. I read every back issue of every magazine snow-drifting throughout my house, fingering all the books…