Art
Ai Weiwei Splits a 400-Year-Old Temple Between Two Beijing Galleries
BEIJING — Between two Beijing galleries, Ai Weiwei has divided a 400-year-old temple’s 1,500 worn, wooden pieces.
Art
BEIJING — Between two Beijing galleries, Ai Weiwei has divided a 400-year-old temple’s 1,500 worn, wooden pieces.
Books
Poet, pianist, and visual artist Anne-Marie Levine’s collected memoir, Reculer Pour Mieux Sauter: The Complete Works Volumes 1–12 (Project Projects), takes the form of a collaged scrapbook.
Art
On the recent Friday the 13th, Jack Smith’s disembodied voice rattled through Anthology Film Archives.
Performance
Audiences entering the black box space of BAM Fisher in Brooklyn for More up a Tree found a transparent room containing a man sprawled on his back, and a woman nervously pacing.
Art
Half a century ago, many Native American artists trying to break into the fine art market were told that their oil paintings would never sell because they were not recognizably "Indian" enough.
Books
When I was a child, I made obsessive drawings of schoolgirls and created elaborate personal histories for each of my characters. Imbuing my silent drawings with stories was a form of entertainment, and is, for me at least, one of the most enjoyable aspects of writing about visual art.
Art
Martin Wong’s retrospective Human Instamatic, currently on at the Bronx Museum of the Arts, begins in quaint Humboldt County, California.
Comics
There are few things in this life that can give me the joy that a new sketchbook brings.
Opinion
This week, the Statue of Liberty's Muslim origins, Martin Wong in the Bronx, CNN's objectivity lie, Jackson Pollock's prints and drawings, antiquities on eBay, why audio doesn't go viral, and more.
Opinion
This week the Brooklyn Museum played host to the 6th Annual Brooklyn Real Estate Summit despite criticism from anti-gentrification activists.
Books
When Richard Hell’s I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp was published two years ago, it got a lot of favorable notice, but I never really thought the book — an account of the writer’s life up to about 1984 — was properly understood.
Art
Peter Saul has an uncanny ability to seamlessly combine the hilarious and the hideous to great effect. In the middle of chortling at one of his wacky, indecorous paintings, you are apt to suddenly notice an odd and even disturbing detail.