Thus far, the performance art biennial has announced a total of eight commissions and nine names — and among them, only a single woman.
For every attempt at exposing sexism, there’s an entitled man with a chip on his shoulder, mumbling to himself in a café in Bushwick that no one appreciates his genius.
CLAREMONT, Calif. — When I first saw the work of the Guerrilla Girls in high school, I had a similar reaction as when I first read Linda Nochlin’s “Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?”: ashamed that something so obvious had to be laid out for me.
Within mere hours of Hillary Clinton announcing her long-anticipated bid for the 2016 presidency, anti-Clinton street art began cropping up in the vicinity of her Brooklyn campaign headquarters.
Curator Maura Reilly posted an image of compiled gallery gender statistics on Facebook today, a “report card” by anonymous feminist art collective Pussy Galore showing the percentages of women represented by some of the top art galleries in New York City.
The problem, which we often write off to the sorts of research agendas women have historically been encouraged to pursue (namely, non-scientific ones), may not be as straightforward as we tend to believe.
The last time I spoke with Micol Hebron, earlier this year, she was spearheading Gallery Tally, a project for which she and a small army of volunteers count the numbers of men and women artists on the rosters of art galleries. A week and a half ago, Hebron was in Miami for the art fairs, so she took the opportunity to do some more counting.
Two weeks ago, when critic Ken Johnson reviewed Michelle Grabner’s current solo exhibition in the New York Times, he fell into a trap. Johnson didn’t like Grabner’s work, which is fine, but rather than breaking it down to understand why he didn’t like it, he resorted to half-baked biographical stereotyping.
Here’s your daily dose of gender gap reality: although more women seem to be going into architecture, parity between the sexes remains far off in the field.
Gertrude Käsbeir and Rinko Kawauchi have two things in common: they’re women and they’re photographers.
Considering they’ve been making the internet rounds for over a month, I did not want to write about David Magnusson’s photographs of fathers and daughters who attend purity balls.
If you are a woman writer who uses the internet, there’s a good chance you spent at least some portion of yesterday looking at (or bookmarking for later) the new VIDA count. For those unfamiliar with it, the VIDA count is an annual tally of the gender gap at literary publications.