Art
Thomas Trosch’s Pointed Confections
Trosch has not had a solo show in New York since 2009, which is more than a generation and nearly a lifetime in art-world years.
Art
Trosch has not had a solo show in New York since 2009, which is more than a generation and nearly a lifetime in art-world years.
Art
The desire to make corny, mindless drawings had its partial impetus in a need to get away from the cerebrally crushing news cycle that day, because it was a day in 2017, and nearly every day of the news cycle has been like that this year.
Interview
Acheson does not care about trading niceties or being ingratiating. He would rather propose and debate philosophical ideas.
Music
2017 is shaping up to be a terrific year for hip-hop — better than 2016, I hope.
Art
Wurm’s latest series of one minute sculptures, incorporating mid-century modern furniture and presented alongside five new cast bronze sculptures at Lehmann Maupin, evidences that, even as he plays with variations on familiar themes, his work remains relevant and fresh.
Art
“Wounded Man (Autumn 1916, Bapaume),” from Dix’s portfolio of 50 etchings, The War (Der Krieg), shows a brutal reality that lays waste to George W. Bush’s anesthetized vision of war wounds.
Art
This week, clear coffee, gender-variant Indigenous art, a drone's-eye view, Melania Trump's photographic eye, I.M. Pei at 100, critic Jerry Saltz's former life as an artist, and more.
Art
"A soiled baby, with a neglected nose, cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty."
Books
When René Magritte wrote “This is not a pipe,” he wasn’t negating the pipe so much as he was negating the language with which we attempt to grasp it.
Art
For those who have followed Haynes’ work, her open-ended, experimental approach is not surprising. She is both rigorous and adventuresome without ever claiming these qualities for herself.
Art
Thornton’s art is the result of his research into the ways different religious traditions convey the underlying nature of mystical and occult experiences.
Art
In its attempts to aestheticize mass destruction and memorialize the aftermath, Central Command delivers a clunky outtake of our near-nuclear demise.