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You know, I just realized …
Comics
You know, I just realized …
Art
“For somewhere an old enmity exists between our life and that great work we do,” wrote Rainer Maria Rilke in “Requiem for a Friend,” a eulogy for painter Paula Modersohn-Becker, who died following childbirth at age 31.
Art
The Armory Show is thought of first and foremost as a venue for buying contemporary art, but on the fair's southern pier dealers quietly move Modern masterpieces worth millions.
Art
Somewhere after the 10th waving, severed arm that I added to my masterpiece in Super Sculptor!, my patron's response switched from joy to horror.
Art
There's often no rhyme or reason to the selection of art in individual booths at fairs — other than, of course, a gallery's aim to sell well.
Art
The jukebox is quiet and there's prosecco flowing, but anachronisms aside, Macon Reed's "Eulogy for the Dyke Bar" installation is a vibrant tribute to the disappearing lesbian bar.
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HONG KONG — Optimism is the new normal among artists from Myanmar, and with good reason.
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KALAMAZOO, Mich. — Jiha Moon’s colorful mixed-media works are in the collections of the Asia Society in New York and the Smithsonian's Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, among other US institutions.
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The sonic intentions of architecture are often lost over the centuries. In 2014, a team of researchers investigated the acoustics of Byzantine churches in Thessaloniki, Greece, to retrieve some of that design through sound mapping.
Announcement
The Vilcek Foundation is now accepting applications for the 2017 Vilcek Prizes for Creative Promise in Fine Arts. The prizes honor young immigrant artists who have demonstrated exceptional creative achievements early in their careers.[http://engine.nectarads.com/p/eyJhdiI6NjkzMSwiYXQiOjIwLCJidCI6MCw
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On Tuesday, at the preview of the Spring/Break Art Show, a writer I know told me she'd been sent there on an assignment to cover the "little" fairs surrounding the Armory Show.
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What I saw when I stepped from the elevator and entered the hush of the Artists Space gallery was barely anything: a red raincoat on the wall, some honey-colored wood benches that looked as if they belonged in a courtroom, and some odd steel contraptions on the floor.