Marcel Duchamp’s “The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even” provides a provocative foundation for an exhibition of female artists who riff on the liminal spaces between ideas and events.
They’re all about sports, but that doesn’t mean the 2016 Rio Olympics have no room for art.
Someone once said to me that for him, one of the famous modernists, I think it was Paul Klee, represented the values of serious play. That idea lingered in cobwebbed corners of my mind until I walked into the Lehmann Maupin’s downtown gallery to see Adriana Varejão’s Kindred Spirits when it flashed into relevance again.
DALLAS — While heterogeneous in form, cultural reference, and concept, the four exhibitions at the center of the Dallas Contemporary 2015 season openers stand together seamlessly.
The 18th-century Brazilian sculptor Aleijadinho was the mixed-race son of a black slave and one of his country’s most legendary artists. In the gold-rich state of Minas Gerais, where millions lost their lives in the mines, tourists still pay to visit the immaculate baroque churches he embellished.
There may never have been a better month to see Brazilian art in New York. Last weekend, Frieze brought a taste of São Paulo art galleries Casa Triângulo, Fortes Vilaça, Mendes Wood, Vermelho, and Jaqueline Martins, as well as Rio de Janeiro’s A Gentil Carioca, to Manhattan.
Last year, the Brazilian government ruffled a few feathers when it decided that television didn’t count as culture, but a new miniseries by set designer, director, and writer Alberto Renault throws a bit of a monkey wrench into the government’s claim.