While shows like this one make the Yale-to-Chelsea pipeline seem all the more real, these artists have some serious skills.
I remember David Zwirner Gallery back in the 1990s, before Chelsea, when the New York art world was much smaller and more manageable.
Each of these exhibitions showed me something I had not seen before.
It was a powder keg of a year in visual art, with strong, politically inflected, deeply personal, and wildly inventive exhibitions that touched on the classics, courted controversy, and yielded new favorites.
Artist Jon Burgerman is offering people queueing outside David Zwirner a more modest and less immersive experience: the “Infinity Box.”
During a recent visit to David Zwirner, I was transfixed by the dancer performing on a Gonzalez-Torres sculpture, so I decided to track him down.
The exhibition at David Zwirner gallery features five decades’ worth of Neel’s paintings and drawings of people of color.
An exhibition at David Zwirner brings together the artist couple’s individual and collaborative autobiographic comics.
Now showing at David Zwirner, People Who Work Here is a celebration of the many artists who help run one of the world’s most powerful galleries.
Photography has never gazed so deeply into its own navel as with Thomas Ruff.
Gumby, surfers, penises, Batman and Robin, naked ladies with machine guns, Diamond Dogs-era David Bowie, bats and skulls, Charles Manson, dancers in polka dot dresses: These are a few of the motifs that crop up in Forgetting the Hand, a show of collaborative works by artists Raymond Pettibon and Marcel Dzama at David Zwirner Gallery.
There was a week in high school when my mom begrudgingly let me stay out in New York City for almost three nights in a row.