We know from historical records that the female-born French saint presented as a man with short black hair. Why, then, is she so damn feminine in artistic portrayals?
What most stands out for me about 52 Artists at the Aldrich Contemporary is the sense of both engaging with and resisting categories.
Jake Scharbach’s paintings dump on some iconic portraits as a way to highlight the crisis we’re living through.
As I wandered this fair, I asked myself: Who is being served by the purportedly revisionist undertaking of singing the unsung?
Paper is all about ease, comfort, and approachability, and it’s gratifying when artworks embody these values.
The fair is a welcome reminder that a lot of people make art, and regular people should be able to buy it.
At the Rolls-Royce of art fairs, I found chatty visitors, some good art, and works so bad they deserved their own section.
There’s an artist currently showing in Midtown Manhattan who is teaching a machine to paint.
This week, drone photo awards, uncovering unverified Indigenous identity, vacationing in the Metaverse, the beauty industrial complex, and more.
In Bradford’s color-infused world of superheroes and swimmers, viewers and her figures bathe together outside of time and space.
Artist Chelsea Kaiah invited Hyperallergic into her studio to document her work with porcupine quills.
“Pen and ink have revolutionized movements and culture and information sharing … they’re extremely necessary right now,” says Charissa Lucille, who runs Wasted Ink Zine Distro in Phoenix.