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.
The Nazis had transformed Klee’s beloved land of Goethe and Mozart into an alien and threatening environment.
An up-close look at the codpiece.
Where did Cranach’s nudes come from?
A new series explores intimate encounters with a single work of art. This week, we look at Sandro Botticelli’s “Paradiso” (1480–1495).