Impossible Thinking. A Conversation with Gracie Hadland
When I talk to Megan Plunkett, she’s driving across the American West. I imagine her in cheap motels, greasy spoon…
When I talk to Megan Plunkett, she’s driving across the American West. I imagine her in cheap motels, greasy spoon…
In 2022, I was invited by Frieze’s director, Christine Messineo, to curate a series of artists’ projects, installations, performances, and…
Olivia Erlanger’s exhibition “If Today Were Tomorrow” starts in space. Space as in vantage point. Space as in site, both…
Engineering school in Mexico, tailoring school in Florence, an apprenticeship with fashion designer Bernhard Willhelm in California, followed by the…
There’s an enigmatic peculiarity to Pierre Huyghe’s work, a riddle one can easily get lost in and miss the more…
London April 2024 This room is the city. Before that, the ward was the city. The bedcovers mass, the sun…
“Everything is fiction,” Brook Hsu has said, “but fiction is also one of the most powerful things for us to…
A profile of Lutz Bacher requires reimagining what a profile is, which is just fine because her art asks similar…
“Either this is madness, or it is hell.” “It is neither,” calmly replied the voice of the Sphere, “it is…
Is Nancy Holt primarily a land artist? The notion of Land art conjures a time generations ago when landscape…
Curating the Whitney Biennial is a fool’s errand by design. A snapshot of contemporary American art — a wide tent…
Sung Tieu has a studio in a leafy courtyard in Berlin’s Wedding district, where an assistant is busy scrubbing old…
To enter Aki Sasamoto’s exhibition “Sounding Lines” at Para Site, you need a half-minute journey to the 22nd floor. You…
“Now” is already too late and, in its lateness, a lie: the utterance of now is a now no longer.…
I get a call from Judy Chicago’s studio manager while I’m washing the dishes in my flat. She asks if…
Today, Mother died. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. — The Stranger, Albert Camus I’m not always sure…