There is something so feminine about Megan Whitmarsh’s work - her requirement that all things turn soft - the plant pot, the newspaper, the mirror - objects with their own weight and materials turned equal into quilted puffs, to match the pillows that sit in a circular way, under
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Of all the work I saw at the Frieze Fair LA, the video billboard by Lorna Simpson was by far my favorite. The piece features en pointe ballet dancers of color, sporting afros and golden uniforms, looking slightly bored and more than qualified, on what might be audition or practice
As I walked around the Alexander Girard exhibit, my daughter, Olive, was on a search for images she recognized from a children's book of his work that she had at home, given to us by a friend who had not consciously remembered we had a screen print of his hanging
The Sowden House, designed by Lloyd Wright, impressed me right away: its imposing concrete exterior, huge inner courtyard -- designed originally to be a theatre and then turned, somewhat controversially, into a pool and entertainment space – and long corridors, passing by sometimes extravagantly designed rooms, were unlike any other place
In August 2016 I started a review of Ren Hang’s photographs but I couldn’t finish it. I got as far as a few descriptive paragraphs and some amount of analysis but there was something bothering me about the work that I couldn’t put my finger on. The
I used to think gender was everything; the lense through which all else must be viewed. Got a problem? Put on your gender inspectors and poof, the solution, once hidden behind culture’s murky gender norms, would be revealed. But since Hilary Clinton’s loss (could we hate anything more
I had about 20 minutes to get through the entire career of Allen Ruppersberg, but that’s all I needed to fall in love. His capacity to transport you in time and space is so effortless, and his point of view so full of joy and humor, that he redeems
Karen O is the only singer I know whose lyrics are secondary; just there to mark the feeling. But you can recognize her voice in an instant; if you hear a Karen O moan, you know it. It’s croaky and wise beyond its years. There’s nothing better than