Jason Karolak’s colors grab your attention like flashing LEDs in a dark-as-midnight casino.
His virulent belief system, which led him to cut off his Jewish friends in the wake of the Dreyfus Affair, is unredeemed by his art.
Dual retrospectives of paintings and woodcuts underscore Frankenthaler’s restless experimentation in image and materials.
What if Abstract Expressionism never happened?
Wagner’s method is as straightforward as it is mind-bogglingly precise, so much so that it took a great deal of close scrutiny to fully grasp exactly what she is doing.
Digging deeply into his own psyche, Graham was able to cast off the pastiche of styles that had been crowding his mind’s eye, and follow his own peculiar path.
Their only solution was to make their revolution their own way, without help and without precedent.
In Vienna, two shows offer meditations on the body, the earth, labor, and fate.
Satterlee’s paintings, having eluded the categorical distributions of abstract art, are ultimately couched in their own terms, a syntax that can feel a step outside the precincts of language.
A meta-besotted, multilayered, impudent, lacerating exhibition that pricks pretense and self-delusion on every level.
Any dissonance between the spiritual and the sexual does not seem to have occurred to Schiele: one was a manifestation of the other, for good or ill.
In her project This Little Piggy, Elaine Tin Nyo is forcing an engagement with the wages of survival against the desire for pleasure, and our unwillingness to tease them apart.