Blue chip, outsider artist Martin Ramirez was memorialized this past Thursday evening in Chelsea with the unveiling of a United States postage stamp.
New York is a big art city, with big art fairs, big museums, and lots of big concept art.
OK, full disclosure: I have never been a huge Marsden Hartley fan.
Here is my roundup, not only of films from the last year but of the past decade. These are films that you may have missed in theatres, never saw because they got a one week showing in NYC and LA and nowhere else, or that were simply too far below the radar.
Station Independent Projects, a sliver of space on the Lower East Side, is currently presenting a video piece by Pierre St-Jacques that not only transcends the medium’s clichés, but is a work of such intense longing and beauty that stepping back out onto the hubbub of Suffolk Street is a shock.
Dan Miller has created some of the most glorious work that I’ve seen in a long time.
The Drawing Center has mounted a strange and surreal show of drawings by Xanti Schawinsky, an underrated artist whose 50-plus-year career spanned the 1920s to the late ’70s.
One of things I have always loved about the Rubin Museum is their fearlessness when it comes to exhibition design and color.
New York’s art world seems to be experiencing a newfound love affair with art made by hand — art that has, dare I say, “craft” in it.
ANNANDALE-ON-HUDSON, New York — Walking into the Hessel Art Museum at Bard College, an unremarkable contemporary building on a quiet Hudson Valley college campus in Upstate New York, I was unprepared for the dynamite lurking within.
In the late 1970s and early 80s, Meryl Meisler, then a young photographer and self-described club kid, began documenting the bacchanalian nightlife of the city’s most notorious downtown clubs. In the early 80s, as a New York public school teacher, she also started photographing the near-total devastation of Bushwick, Brooklyn, a neighborhood looted, burned, and abandoned by the city and its landlords.