With “Border Tuner,” artist Rafael Lozano-Hemmer said he’s not in El Paso and Ciudad Juárez to make bridges, but to highlight the bridges that already exist.
BASEL, Switzerland — How many works by Alexander Calder are out there?
MEXICO CITY — Walking through Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s Pseudomatisms feels like being inside a cyborg or supercomputer.
People who have the luxury of not being directly affected by the world’s many injustices often feel fatigued by so much bad news.
The group exhibition Memory Burn at bitforms gallery, curated by Chris Romero, explores the devices we use to record our lives as we confront mortality and death.
The pervasive, even immersive, nature of sound is the subject of an unassuming exhibition by Tim Bruniges, whose megalithic installation, MIRRORS, is on view at Brooklyn’s Signal gallery.
A whole seven blocks of subterranean Manhattan is being closed off for a pedestrian-only art installation that turns a tunnel into a pulsing light and sound experience.
BERKELEY, California — I just moved to Berkeley, California after living in Brooklyn for two years and the second arts institution I visited was SFMoMA (the first was the Luggage Store gallery but I didn’t have my camera with me). The museum is not unpleasant but has an odd construction with a consistent zebra-stripe patterning throughout — it reminded me of the Orvieto Cathedral in Umbria, Italy.
I have never felt I more fully embodied the role of “cultural tourist” than when I visited the 11th Havana Biennial for its opening week.
Earlier this week I posted a review of MCASD’s current show Phenomenal: California Light, Space, Surface. Reading this, you might have thought, “Cool! Perceptual deprivation! Now I’ll know what it was like doing LSD in the 1960s and 1970s without worrying about passing a drug test at work!” Which is all well and good. But you also might have wondered, beyond the entertainment factor, why should you care. What exactly is the Light and Space movement and why is it important?
There’s no point in giving you a “review” of the mothership of art fairs in Miami, Art Basel Miami Beach, so I thought a photo essay with some observations were more appropriate.
I admit that I got a little bored after three hours of wandering around. I found myself seeing the same thing and getting the same numbness I get during marathon holiday shopping trips or walks through ancient souks … there’s only so much merchandise you can see in one stop.
It was still refreshing to see some galleries display the prices of their wares freely, and examples of excellent abstraction by names mostly absent from the art history survey books, but I was most shocked to discover what must be the most awful Basquiat I have even seen in my life.