The peculiarities of pregnancy in art, from corsets to belly pads and hidden bumps.
Grayson Perry, the celebrated potter, is indefatigable on the subject of himself.
Young Bomberg and the Old Masters, presented in a finite form, could have been so much bigger, more ambitious, and more intellectually adventurous.
Paper, in short, was at one with Picasso’s nature.
For Tiepolo: The Best Painter of Venice, the Staatsgalerie in Stuttgart has gathered together much of the artist’s finest work, including a choice selection of his portraits and many of his paintings on religious, historical, and mythological themes.
As fairly customary, Glen Baxter is taking a tilt at the absurdities of the fuzzy, whizzy showbizyness of the art world.
Charlotte Salomon’s Life? Or Theater? is the story of a difficult and painful redemption through art.
There is much to praise about Radical Women: Jessica Dismorr and her Contemporaries, and there is not a little to regret.
Anselm Kiefer draws down the world upon his shoulders in a mood of what can only be described as apocalyptic excess.
As a displaced refugee, Freud knew he would always be something of a stranger to himself, but how much would he ever wish to know of himself?
Two exhibitions explore the work of three painters in a chain of influence: Alan Davie, David Hockney, and Christina Quarles.
Paula Rego, John Ruskin, Donald Judd, Lucian Freud, Hokusai, and, yes, Leonardo da Vinci.