It is neither easy nor especially relaxing to spend time with Nauman.
Howard Hodgkin: Memories — the first show of any importance since the artist’s death — seems to open him up as never before.
The art of the collagiste is essentially the art of the scavenger, the opportunistic thief.
What will she make of the fabled greatness of the English past?
Georg Baselitz reflects on his own aging hands through the prism of all the art he has seen.
An autumnal offering of Artemisia Gentileschi, Dorothea Tanning, Henri Matisse, and Guston galore, among much, much else.
How did I learn to judge between one work and another? By looking and reading and looking and reading and looking.
Many paintings of Shakespearean scenes feel mawkish or literal-minded, flat-footed or lacking in emotional depth.
To Vincent, books were calls to action, lessons in life.
Woodman was one of the 20th century’s great surrealists.
No exhibition of any pretension is complete without lasting proof of its existence, preferably in print on coated paper.
Shiva dances a dance of sheer bliss.