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Occasionally after going to countless gallery openings or museum previews, I get a little sick of the New York art scene — the pretentiousness, the glut of Yale MFA students showing academic and alienating art and the quirky thick-rimmed glasses. Just in time for the September gallery openings, I'm
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On a rainy Thursday in Chelsea, I could hear the cast of the Real Housewives screeching in horror and running for their emergency stash of botox as I walked through visual artist and alternative space powerhouse Martha Wilson's new exhibition I have become my own worst fear at PPOW Gallery. Characte
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Living blocks from Ground Zero since 2004, I've never been a fan of the September 11 tribute overload with its countless ceremonies, blocked streets, morbidly curious tourists and nutty 9/11 Truthers. This year, I spent 9/11 watching visual and performance artist Hunter Reynolds in a 9/11 tribute Mu
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In Gutheil's second solo show, she has turned the Mike Weiss Gallery into a psychedelic hell with images of laser-eyed cats, masturbating monkeys and puking dogs are presented on wall-sized canvases.
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When I hear of German performance artist Joseph Beuys, I think of felt, fat and riding in an ambulance to live in a New York apartment with a coyote in "I Like America and America Likes Me." I certainly don't think of a hilarious attempt at New Wave pop.
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Walking into the Marianne Boesky Gallery's summer exhibition I Bleed Black, the first work I saw was a small drawing of actor Michael Urie, best-known for his role in Ugly Betty. I knew I was in trouble. However, the art was not even the most worrisome part of the exhibition. The bizarrely academic
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Evacuated from my Lower Manhattan apartment and hiding from Hurricane Irene, I find myself thinking about anonymous street art and what it means to art-viewing practices. Different from traditional art and even graffiti, the anonymous works that are found on construction walls, corners of the street
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Pope of Trash, filmmaker John Waters, who is known for his filthy classics like Pink Flamingos, Female Trouble and Hairspray, has joined a biker gang. Surprisingly, it is a contemporary art biker gang.
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Known as the self-declared King of Style despite losing an arm and a leg in a childhood accident, early graffiti writer KASE 2 passed away last weekend, adding another famous name to the roster of graffiti artists' deaths that go nearly unnoticed by the art world press.
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Filled with glitter, hair, shoes and Cher, New York Art Residency & Studios (NARS) Foundation's exhibition Civilization and its Discontents felt like a trip into a drag queen's subconscious, which would normally excite me. However, serious ideas behind the show, including its connection to Freud, bo
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In 2011, the American Dream has deteriorated to looking like an empty office space with abandoned cubicles, lone water fountains and abandoned family photographs of the past employees. On two floors of the midtown Manhattan Lipstick Building, and only an elevator ride away from Bernie Madoff's old o
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Underground in Kenny Scharf's Cosmic Cavern, a Williamsburg basement covered from floor to ceiling with neon toys, furniture, disco-balls, and murals where Scharf holds dance parties, last Saturday night, I, along with about 250 attendees, traveled to the place where the wild things are with Michael