In Quarles’s paintings, boundaries dissolve as the artist grinds up the fixed binaries of Black/white or male/female.
Alice Neel: People Come First yielded a work I had never seen and that I will never unsee.
Part of the John Michael Kohler Art Center, the new institution celebrates the ingenuity of a long undervalued form of art making.
Birds and airplanes soar, horses gallop, purples meet yellows, cerulean blues tango with magenta in geometric patterns, foliate designs crash into damask.
People say you should talk to the dying to reassure them, but words felt too pedestrian for this profound space of transition.
I had questions for Pepper, but I arrived too late.
Interjecting the power poses of Western art history with heroic Black revolutionary figures from the Caribbean, Barontini’s work manages to be seductive yet also ceremonial.
In Soles of My People, Khari Turner channels elements of Midwestern waterways into figures awash with global histories of triumph and struggle.
A writer reflects on Giotto, St. Francis, and what it means to have faith amid a pandemic.
More than 40 textile works dating from the 1950s to her death in 2007, at age 100, float in the artist’s retrospective at the John Michael Kohler Arts Center.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau’s Belle Epoque paintings suggest that anything can be bought as a balm against the harsh conditions and human expense required to build America.
Can the terms of the art world really change from competitive creative genius to notions of collective power and proximity?