Film
With The Gaze, Barry Jenkins Asks Us to Reflect on Black Trauma Narratives
Jenkins’s new short film, the centerpiece of a MoMI exhibit on The Underground Railroad, uses his signature techniques to confront the viewer.
Installations
Art
peter campus Sees the Self in Video
In video ergo sum, the Bronx Museum of the Arts presents decades of work from the renowned Video artist
Film
The Refugee Crisis Seen Through a Heat-Detecting Camera
Richard Mosse's video installation Incoming gives migrants anonymity while emphasizing their humanity.
Art
The Hand in the Garden, the Head in the Attic (The Golem Next Door, Part 2)
Unhampered by false modesty, the timeline for Matt Freedman’s installation, The Golem of Ridgewood reaches all the way back to “Eden—6000 BCE,” where “G-d fashions Adam from the dust of the ground, and animates him.” That’s certainly one way to begin at the beginning, as the King of Hearts gravely a
Art
Mud, Blood and Lightning Bolts (The Golem Next Door, Part 1)
In The Golem: How He Came Into the World (Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam), a German silent film from 1920, a rabbi molds the eponymous humanoid out of clay and animates it through an amulet containing a scrap of parchment written with a magic word.
Opinion
Rediscovering Ed Kienholz's "Five Car Stud"
Like the Memorial Day holiday weekend with which it bookends the summer, Labor Day is an opportunity for hard-working Americans to kick back, pop open a couple of beers and reflect upon what makes the good ol' U. S. of A. so great. Which is why the opening of the new installation of Edward Kienholz'
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The Art of Burning Man (But Is It Art?)
This week, hundreds of artists from all over the world will begin assembling one of the largest and most dazzling group art shows in the United States, or anywhere. Approximately 50,000 people will view the show during its week-long run, making it proportionately even more popular attendance-wise th
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Can Art Replace Therapy?
Welcome to New York City’s newest treatment center. You pay fifteen dollars to enter a desolate concrete basement filled with men and women in lab coats. They hand you pillows to sit on and advise you to close your eyes and visualize your problems, to later be treated by an assortment of self-improv