Burckhardt was never surreptitious; he did not hide his camera, and his subjects often knew they were being photographed.
With the possible exception of Howard Hodgkin, not a single English abstract artist has attained anything comparable to the status achieved by Lucien Freud or David Hockney.
I cannot think of another contemporary poet who is willing to expose his vulnerability, worry, and pettiness through the lens of humor.
Everything connects; you just have to find out how.
John Yau and Albert Mobilio select a few choice titles from the past year.
Whatever the impulse that initiated the paintings, DiBenedetto clearly works everything out on the surface.
Condo’s paintings play to his viewers’ sense of superiority; it gives them something to smile at without thinking too deeply into the work.
As her death approached, was the artist starting fresh or beginning to let go?
Fischl finds a visual bond between the seclusion of the affluent white world and the pandemic’s enforced isolation.
Gates reminds us of the many hidden, unacknowledged, and under-recognized histories of Black culture in America.
Before he turned 30, it was clear that Saul had found his subject: an American society deeply rooted in consumerism, pervasive racism, and toxic masculinity.
Davis recognizes that grids, networks, and circuits are not purely a product of the art world, and there are myriad contexts in which the government and corporate America deploy them.