Corydon Cowansage’s works on canvas twist our perspective on such typically drab images as blades of grass and brick surfaces.
A new book highlights the unheralded contributions of backdrop artists to the history of film.
Tom Ellis’s detached intellectualizing of the Wallace Collection’s contents and history unfortunately leaves the soul unstirred.
Is there anything to be understood from Mike Pence’s law school comic strips?
While the Italian-born architect Lina Bo Bardi carried her European heritage with her, her passion for, and even affinity with Brazilian culture was profound.
In the Sanford Biggers exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit, there is a feeling of being somewhat loose and unsupported in the space.
The argument that “post-election pain” is good for art is cold comfort.
The beating heart of My Brother’s a Keeper, performed at the Bronx Academy of Arts and Dance, is an interlude at a bus stop when two characters let go of verbal language.
There is no path, map, or cautionary lighting to help you find your winding way through this exhibition.
Jonas Dahlberg’s “Memory Wound” has been in the international spotlight, but two other memorials commemorate Anders Behring Breivik’s 2011 massacre in different, subtler ways.
Everything is different now, but some things will never change.
Artist MJ Caselden is using electroacoustic sculptures to offer immersive sound baths of deep, subtly shifting, and humming tones at Manhattan’s apexart gallery.