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How a Bodega Became a Sprawling Site for Collage
CHICAGO — In the second act of Arthur Miller’s 1949 Death of a Salesman, a distressed Willy Loman laments, “Nothing’s planted. I don’t have a thing in the ground.”
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CHICAGO — In the second act of Arthur Miller’s 1949 Death of a Salesman, a distressed Willy Loman laments, “Nothing’s planted. I don’t have a thing in the ground.”
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This week, a lecture details the history of fan painting, a panel ponders colonialism's influence on indigenous choreography, Barkley Hendricks's solo show heads into its last days, and more.
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LOS ANGELES — No matter where he stands, Kent Twitchell looks to be in scale with the environment.
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As New Yorkers head to the polls tomorrow for the 2016 presidential primaries — and many more states follow suit in the coming weeks and months — it's important to keep in mind each candidate's record on culture.
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On Saturday night, Bernie Sanders visited an art gallery in the East Village.
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PERTH — The exhibition, a collaboration between Hans Berg and artist Nathalie Djurberg, has been titled Secret Garden, and naturally, given all of its enchantment and ambience, immediate associations arise to Alice and the gardens of Wonderland. But there’s a lot more going on here.
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"Come over here to the drips," a visitor at the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) advised friends.
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Raymond Foye – who possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of various underground currents of poetry, music, and art – is the only person on the planet who could have conceived of this exhibition, Dark Star: Abstraction and Cosmos at Planthouse.
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Since 2001, Melissa Meyer has continued to reinvent herself without severing her connections to Abstract Expressionism or, more particularly, the brushstroke and drawing in paint.
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Visiting the exhibition of Stephen Greene’s paintings from the 1960s at the Jason McCoy Gallery is like hearing a squat black dial telephone ring next to an ashtray holding a freshly lit cigarette, the smoke curling up into a shaft of sunlight.
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Before Jake Berthot became a painter, he was ridiculed by high school peers for an unorthodox answer he once gave in class. Berthot’s teacher rescued him by saying that the response he’d given made its own kind of sense because the young man was a poet.
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The first picture that caught me up short was “Factory Smoke” (1877–79), hanging alone on a freestanding wall in the middle of the gallery.