Art
It takes a few minutes for the avian residents of Mark Dion's "The Library for the Birds of New York" to settle back into their chirping and fluttering after you've entered the giant cage and stepped below the strange white oak laden with books.
Books
With the rapid development of transportation infrastructure in the 20th century, much of our urban land was shrouded in shadow.
Performance
Only minutes after walking through a hallway painted like the cabin of an airplane and handing my mock boarding pass to a charming man in a Hawaiian shirt, who greeted me with a lei, I was in a secret room getting a tarot reading.
Art
This is not just an informative and enlightening show; it's also an important one, one that gets us to look at what, for some of us, is necessary to live in this particular time and place.
Books
Poetry not always but periodically seeks its upper limit — music, as readers of Louis Zukofsky know — and that includes Juliana Spahr’s.
Art
Plimack Mangold’s floor and ruler paintings are smart, tough, assured, direct and, more than forty years after she did them, they remain challenging: works in which she literally and figuratively cleared a space for herself in ways that have yet to be fully recognized.
Books
Midway through the retrospective of Belgian artist Marcel Broodthaers currently at the Museum of Modern Art, the visitor comes across the witty short film La Pluie (Projet pour un texte) [The Rain (Project for a text), 1969].
Music
There’s never been an album quite like David Bowie’s "Blackstar" in rock & roll history.
Art
I first saw Maria Bussmann’s work in a group exhibition at the James Nicholson Gallery in 2005, where she showed two very different sets of drawings.
Art
Ricco/Maresca Gallery in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood is showing a grid of 16 tombstone paintings created in 1929 by one E.B. Roberts in English, Indiana, for this itinerant trade.
Performance
On the surface, the new musical Southern Comfort has all the trappings of a conventional family drama.
Art
In 1967, the angel of ambiguity rescued Al Held from the burly heaviness of his body and the formalist ideology of his thinking.