Art
Mea Culpa
There are things that I have failed to clue into that continue to make me wince when I think of them. Things that force me to ask “How could I have missed my cues so completely?”
Art
There are things that I have failed to clue into that continue to make me wince when I think of them. Things that force me to ask “How could I have missed my cues so completely?”
Art
Even if we believe in certain unspoken art criticism criteria that are involuntary but formed and informed by extended looking, nothing can be proved. We can always be wrong.
Art
When I had to do one of the most difficult things in my Artillery career, I felt like I made a huge mistake: I fired my gossip columnist, Mitchell Mulholland.
Art
I’ve never read something by one of my peers and thought 's/he’s mistaken!' Although I have often disagreed. Whose mistake is that? It’s not the writer’s.
Books
“If the world is to be saved, it will be the women who save it,” said the American Impressionist, who led a headstrong life as a woman abroad.
Art
Like cabinets of curiosities from the old regime, art museums often display plunder.
Art
In researching three Indiana institutions, it is clear that the lockdown has exacerbated trends in the museum field such as a lack of relevance to the general public and increasing reliance on private philanthropy.
Art
“A lot of people have been turning to art, needing space to process,” says the artist Edgar Fabián Frías, who, along with Hayley Barker, Julie Weitz, and Patrisse Cullors, has been discussing their art as spiritual practice.
Art
In the San Gabriel Valley, home to the largest concentration of Asian Americans, cultural landmarks tell a story of the formation of a collective cultural identity.
Art
In the 1970s and ’80s, the Bags, Vaginal Davis, Nervous Gender, and Los Illegals used music and performance to express their dissent of racism and gender violence, imagining punk as a possible utopia.
Art
Loren Munk’s “SOHO Map” offers a visual record of a densely peopled art world.
Film
To be Chinese in Hollywood meant that your name didn’t matter — no one in the audience would remember you or send you a fan letter.