Andrei Konchalovsky’s film depicts an artist full of ambition, paranoia, loathing, and regret.
Author Archives: Thomas Micchelli
Thomas Micchelli is an artist, writer, and co-editor of Hyperallergic Weekend.
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Trump’s Last Act
The most incandescent of invectives now feel like simple statements of fact.
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The Year Without Art, 2020
Every individual loss carries the resonance of collective loss, the ripple of disappearance.
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The Bioweapons of Culture War
The hope now is not for this to end well, but simply for it to end.
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Raging in the Pandemic’s Grip
Sanja Latinović’s “Abandoned” pierces our self-protective veil with a glimpse of COVID’s raw truth.
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The Pursuit of Art, 2019
MoMA’s recognition of modernism’s multiverse, alongside artist-led drives for greater transparency on the part of museums and their boards, brought a twinge of optimism to the close of the year.
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Marino Marini’s Scarred Monumentality
Marini’s membership in the Fascist Party is something that will cling to him, despite his self-exile to Switzerland and the anti-imperialist tone of his postwar work.
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Painting on a Knife’s Edge
With ATOMIC, her new body of work, Patricia Satterlee pitches us into abstract apparitions of heaven and hell before pulling us back to earth.
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Drawing as Refuge
Pete Schulte’s drawings at first seem to be easily apprehended and quickly digested, but they demand a deeper reflection on choices and motives.
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When Trauma Becomes Art
Nancy Princenthal’s Unspeakable Acts delves into the links between violence and silence, art and terror, and how pioneering women made them into art.
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Answering the Colonizers of Modernism
The paintings of Kenyan artist Michael Armitage present a particularly resonant response to the expanded, repackaged, and redefined offerings at the reopened MoMA.
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The Gnarly, Sassy Minimalism of Tom Doyle
Doyle’s sculpture offers an opportunity to contemplate the beauty of pure form, but without a hint of nostalgia.