The Woven Child at London’s Hayward Gallery is a moving examination of Bourgeois’s fabric sculptures, drawing out themes of motherhood, gender, identity, and trauma.
It’s a good bet that being called his daughter would have made Bourgeois hopping mad.
For all of its emphasis on unraveling, the most intriguing works in Freud’s Daughter are often the most abstruse ones.
Now, Now Louison is a book that will trouble purists who believe in strict categories, such as biography, art criticism, and novel.
No exhibition of any pretension is complete without lasting proof of its existence, preferably in print on coated paper.
Jean Frémon began his book Now, Now, Louison while the artist, who was also a friend, was still alive.
In Intimate Immensity at PAFA, touch, materiality, the sensual, and the subversive are part of a feminist lineage.
Simon Morley’s new book presents a seven-tiered analytical framework that aims to make even the most inscrutable works of modern art accessible.
Tracing Egon Schiele’s lineage, forward and backward in time.
A pilgrimage to visit Louise Bourgeois and Peter Zumthor’s Norwegian memorial made for victims of the witchcraft trials hits home.
A gloriously tactile exhibit at the Center for Book Arts offers a refreshing sense of playfulness in this age of anxiety.
On my first trip to New York in 1998, I looked up Bourgeois in the phone book and called her. To my surprise, she answered and invited me to her home on Valentine’s Day.