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Mapping the Body: Mark Bradford’s New Work
Three years ago I wrote a review titled “Is Mark Bradford the Best Painter in America?” It wasn’t an altogether serious question, but it wasn’t facetious either.
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Three years ago I wrote a review titled “Is Mark Bradford the Best Painter in America?” It wasn’t an altogether serious question, but it wasn’t facetious either.
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World War II signaled the death of figurative art, or so the High Modernist narrative once contended.
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Frank Stella: A Retrospective, which opened yesterday at the Whitney Museum of American Art, is a brilliantly curated, blatantly overhung masterstroke of an exhibition that turns the artist’s weaknesses into strengths and his strengths into powerhouses.
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When I left Gregory Gillespie: rorschaching at Steven Harvey Fine Art Projects on the Lower East Side, I decided to leave it alone.
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NORTH ADAMS, Mass. — Nearly eight years ago I wrote a review leading off with the question, “What is it about Anselm Kiefer’s art that inhibits unfettered admiration?”
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The survey exhibition dedicated the work of Walid Raad, which opens to the public on Monday at the Museum of Modern Art, is a rich and compelling point of entry for anyone seeking a handle on this sly and elusive artist.
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William Buchina’s disquieting, enigmatic, and prodigiously complex paintings are one artist’s answer to the relentless media barrage that defines our visual culture, counteracting its torrent of images with a seemingly inexhaustible barrage of his own.
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To say that Jackie Saccoccio’s big, drippy, radiant abstractions are all about surface — the skin of the paint — is to say everything and nothing about them.
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SHIFT; The Angel of History, an installation by Elana Herzog at Studio 10 in Bushwick, is a witheringly beautiful meditation on the murderous elegance of fate.
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One of the many striking works in the exhibition Jack Tworkov: Mark and Grid is a large abstraction from 1977 called “Knight Series #8 (Q3-77 #2).” Resembling a Synthetic Cubist floor plan, it is in fact an experiment in gaming that looks back to the anti-art of Marcel Duchamp and forward to the rul
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Terminology is slippery, and using it as the premise for an exhibition can be slipperier still. But the concept underlying Metamodern, a group show at Denny Gallery on the Lower East Side, actually holds the potential to enrich an already strong array of works with a few additional, if speculative,
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There’s a bit of curatorial sleight-of-hand in I Dropped the Lemon Tart, the summer show at Lisa Cooley on the Lower East Side. The title refers to a real-life mishap in a restaurant kitchen where imminent culinary fiasco turned into a triumph of pluck and invention.