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And as soon as it started it is now concluded … in our final installment of the complete review of The Brucennial: 229. Lola Schnabel - Generation Next; 230. Tom Fruin - Didn’t like this until I saw the stitching. All our comforts, sewn together in a skin suit; 231. Shelly Silvers - Screen koan. Thi
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The reviews never stop on Hyperallergic: 176. David Carlin - Ready for the wound. Lovely, actually.; 177. Aga Olisseinov - Looks like a pagan ritual from The Wild Wild West TV show. Love.; 178. Ann Gillan - To paraphrase and twist Bryan Ferry: Just enough is never too much. I want this …
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The National Academy Museum’s Annual Exhibition, often seen as the Whitney Biennial’s dowdy cousin, still privileges the rich traditions that bigger museums, galleries, and curators often overlook when they focus on younger, sexier media like video, installation, and social sculpture. This year, due
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And the review marches on with art reviews a plenty in the seemingly impossible task of reviewing the whole Brucennial. Today’s installment reaches #175: 111. Kathe Burkhart - FUCK THE UNDERGROUND. Exactly.; 112. Dolores Haydon - The horror of porn. The porn of horror. Cool the way the scissors and
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I'm trying to sleep at the Whitney. I rest on a white pillow, a white bath towel covering me. On my head I wear a plastic grocery store bag, the handles tied under my chin, two rubber bands on either side of my head cinching the plastic into a pair of ears. I'm supposed to be a mouse.
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A continuation of the seemingly impossible task of reviewing the ENTIRE Brucennial art exhibition: 51. Sam Hayes - Reminding me of the Sharon Olds poem, The Pope's Penis; 52. Unknown - Hula Hoop art. I have no objectivity. ROCKS! …
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Five minutes. That’s how long it took me to figure out that I needed not only to review the Brucennial, but that I needed to review all of it. Piece by piece by piece. I owed it to them, some kind of return gesture. I didn’t keep count. I just kept moving. Somebody else can clean up the mess. As Joh
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Song Zhuang is basically a dusty main road. The village’s one bus stop straddles the big street with a rusty orange awning on either side; one sides goes back to the city, the other runs still farther out to smaller villages. On either side of the road stretch art galleries, studio complexes and art
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Coming across a work by Gaia on the street is a special experience. His work is intelligent, emotional, well-executed, and informed by the wider world. He looks beyond pop culture, where most street art gets stuck. His linocut prints and drawings, often of animals, are beautifully rendered and react
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There is nothing more universal than nature, but the meaning of what constitutes the term may lead to disagreement. That perceptual ambiguity attracts Gaia, who navigates the boundary between nature and artifice carefully and with apparent ease. His latest artistic mash-up in Baltimore's Reservoir H
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The unfortunately titled Skin Fruit has already opened on the platinum coast of downtown Manhattan, formerly known as the Bowery. And guess what, not everyone is happy. Last weekend while avoiding the art fairs, I spotted a fantastic poster in Chelsea that lampooned the New Museum and its new found