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Newly Colorized Portraits of Immigrants Photographed by an Ellis Island Clerk
A book and exhibition celebrate the work of Augustus Frederick Sherman, who documented the faces of over 250 people who passed through his workplace's halls.
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A book and exhibition celebrate the work of Augustus Frederick Sherman, who documented the faces of over 250 people who passed through his workplace's halls.
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After a previous Leonardo restoration project at the Louvre resulted in multiple staff resignations, the recent cleanup of "Saint John the Baptist" took place under intense scrutiny.
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From portraits of his dog to Japanese motifs, these fine-lined images attest to the originality of Henri-Charles Guérard, who was one of the most respected printmakers of his time.
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Wenyon & Gamble's "Bibliomancy" is a hologram library of ghostly books that conjures the past while considering the future of the printed word.
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The exhibition Insecurities takes an unorthodox approach to artists', architects', and designers' attempts to alleviate the crises faced by millions of forcibly displaced persons.
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For the opening performance of her exhibition at St. Louis's Millitzer Gallery, Catalina Ouyang had five young white male performers serving as human pedestals for her sculptures.
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The con gathered artists, writers, illustrators, and fans in one place to celebrate and discover contemporary Native nerd culture. It also served as a corrective.
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This week, a house with moving walls, Dread Scott on flag burning, helping artists with illegal warehouse spaces, theorist Jacques Derrida just didn't get Seinfeld, and more.
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"And glory, like the phoenix midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires."
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I don’t know if laughter is the best medicine: sometimes it is the only medicine.
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Overall, the work in Enacting Stillness suggests that, contrary to some of the grander claims made about art’s political efficacy, most art intervenes in the world in a more limited, but no less essential, way.
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At one point, watching Kjartansson’s facial expression grow increasingly blissed-out and almost absent, his eyes directed heavenward, I sensed an echo of Bernini’s ecstatic St. Teresa.