In Danica Lundy’s paintings it seems that I can see two places at once, inside and outside my body.
Robinson picks subjects for his sculptures that are disposable and forlorn, belonging to no one.
In the world of Ebecho Muslimova’s recurring character, Fatebe, there are no men: they are irrelevant.
This list barely scratches the surface of the city’s artistic offerings this year, from overdue retrospectives to surprising sides of artists we know well.
Although Schwartz has been producing computer art since the ’60s, she’s only now receiving her first solo exhibition in New York.