In 1867 Timothy O’Sullivan headed out West.
I originally considered writing in a standard review format, but Carsten Höller’s retrospective Decision, currently on view at London’s Hayward Gallery, is more amenable to the listicle form.
LONDON — “Looks” is a slippery word.
LONDON — “Nagorno” is a Russian word for “mountain,” while “Karabakh” is a word of Turkic and Persian origin meaning “black garden.” When joined by a hyphen, the two words denote the boiling point of the Caucasus: Nagorno-Karabakh, a disputed enclave — one of post-Soviet Europe’s “frozen conflicts” — that doubles as a mountainous graveyard.
LONDON — Magnificent Obsessions: The Artist as Collector, on view at London’s Barbican Centre, draws on the common desire to make sense of people through their objects.
LONDON — At the heart of artist, writer, and technologist James Bridle’s project is the notion that the images that we are not shown are just as carefully selected as the ones we are: in this day and age, visual concealment is tactical, not accidental.
In his essay on Andy Warhol’s 1964 film “Empire,” writer, critic, and public intellectual Brian Dillon turns what many would consider an invitation to deeply nap into an invitation to deeply look.
LONDON — On February 4 from 9 to 11 am the National Gallery of London witnessed the second episode in a five-day strike by museum staff and members of the Public and Commercial Services Union
LONDON — The best works on view in this seven-artist selection are “post-internet” experiments (sorry) that probe the ways in which the internet has reconfigured, and continues to reconfigure, such charged arenas as identity, surveillance, and labor.
LONDON — It’s 10am on the last Saturday of January, and Tate Britain is predictably sleepy. The museum has just opened its doors for the day, and a modest coterie of visitors treads lightly to preserve the morning hush.
LONDON — Two inflatable cobblestones, outsized and dully metallic, hang from the ceiling. It’s implicit: these are material agents of anarchy, the airborne heralds of revolution.
LONDON — Anselm Kiefer’s retrospective comes at an odd cultural moment.