
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 MoreAnnie Pootoogook was from the Arctic near the North Pole. Her community is called Kinngait in Inuktitut – the language of Inuit people – and…
Read MoreEva Hesse’s collected diaries begin at the end. In the book’s last sentence, editor Barry Rosen thanks Hesse’s friend Gioia Timpanelli for discovering the…
Read MoreIt was his spirit of collaboration and friendship that first brought my father to the Italian coastal town of Albissola, just west of Genoa….
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 MoreIn 1972 a curious awards ceremony took place in the cramped Manhattan studio of Austrian painter Maria Lassnig. Tired of being ignored as an…
Read MoreAs we near our two-year anniversary, and summer draws to a close, Momus takes a moment to reflect on the last twelve months of…
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