A week ago Wednesday night, I sat down in a green metal chair at the Minnesota State Fair Grandstand and watched an hour and a half of Internet cat videos on a giant screen alongside 10,000 people. When this little guy licked a vaccum cleaner, 10,000 of us chuckled together; when these sad cats lamented their plight, we all LOLed; when “Lil Bub & Friendz” came on, we cooed over her sweetness.
Vincent van Gogh had big dreams for his stay in the town of Arles, for the partnership he would build with fellow artist Paul Gauguin in that Yellow House in Provence. Alas, as has become art history lore, it would go rather poorly, with the image of the fragile painter of sunflowers with his head wrapped after he sliced off part of his ear as vivid as it gets for a self-portrait of despair.
Stereotypically, artists are known for being moody, brooding, depressed types. But a new study of working artists in Europe finds that they’re actually much happier with their jobs than their non-artist counterparts.
An exhibition opening September 13 at Sean Kelly gallery imagines the precise inverse, pairing memory and cartography to explore the abstractions produced when mental and physical space are entwined.
This reminds me of an old joke … what’s the difference between porn and art? Lighting.
A new director for the Museum of Arts and Design, Renzo Piano named senator-for-life in Italy, goodbye to Toomer Labzda, an underground city found at Hadrian’s Villa, and more…
Artist studios in Brooklyn, Illinois, New Mexico, and Toronto.
Jeremy “Tackyshack” Jackson’s photography is a burst of silky color across a darkened universe.