Book Review
Jonathan Lethem’s Alternative Life as an Artist
In a new book, the novelist and essayist writes in parallel to, rather than directly about, art.
Book Review
In a new book, the novelist and essayist writes in parallel to, rather than directly about, art.
Art
Lippard muses on her early years in New York City, from discovering a love of art writing to encountering Marcel Duchamp when she worked at MoMA’s library.
Books
As exterior life shuts temporarily down, Funny Weather: Art in an Emergency is a useful reminder that connection can be intellectual as well as physical.
Art
Carolina Miranda, Lynell George, and Lindsay Preston Zappas discuss their careers and what they’ve learned along the way.
Art
What could be more absurd than two artists fighting over the personification of temperance?
Opinion
Two weeks ago, when critic Ken Johnson reviewed Michelle Grabner's current solo exhibition in the New York Times, he fell into a trap. Johnson didn't like Grabner's work, which is fine, but rather than breaking it down to understand why he didn't like it, he resorted to half-baked biographical stere
Opinion
Is it just me, or has art writing hit a little bit of a rough patch lately? Some verbal missteps by New York Times art critic Ken Johnson have triggered accusations of buried racism and sexism.
Art
CALLING ALL MIAMI ART WRITERS! If you are a Miami resident who is keen on encouraging the discourse of contemporary art, now is your time to bum rush the blogosphere!
Art
For the past 9 months, I've had an amazing time with you all at Hyperallergic. As staff writer, I've posted day in and day out, attempting to provide a guide to what's actually interesting in the art world. It's been an incredible experience, to say the least. I'll be leaving Hyperallergic today.
Art
For the past 9 months, I've had an amazing time with you all at Hyperallergic. As staff writer, I've posted day in and day out, attempting to provide a guide to what's actually interesting in the art world. It's been an incredible experience, to say the least. I'll be leaving Hyperallergic today.
Art
Being a freelance art writer in New York is as outwardly glamorous as it has ever been; that is, not glamorous at all. Sure, I have the freedom to wake up at 10:00 am everyday and traipse around Brooklyn armed with a carton of 27's, my laptop, and $8 for four cups of coffee and several bananas. A th
Opinion
In his final column for Frieze, writer, painter and star curator Robert Storr calls art writers (himself included) “bottom feeders,” and constructs an elaborate metaphor for writers as the “squid” of the art world — swimming in their own ink. This is the “cruel, Darwinian truth,” says Storr, yet the