Oslo: Holding Ground
The entrance to Oslo’s newly rebuilt government quarter opens onto a wide public square. Part of it is an eight-hundred-square-meter…
The entrance to Oslo’s newly rebuilt government quarter opens onto a wide public square. Part of it is an eight-hundred-square-meter…
Paper occupies a peculiar place in the history of art. It is among the most fragile supports, yet also one…
A visit to Miriam Cahn’s retrospective at MACRO in Rome, an exhibition that brings together more than 130 works across…
There seems to be no harmless way of looking at another body. Looking always implies framing and interpreting from a…
Out of all the possible details – and there are many – that make up Tolia Astakhishvili’s sprawling borderless oeuvre,…
When I walked into the exhibition, after passing through the Pino Pascali room at GNAMC – Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Moderna…
A few years ago, I stayed in Ewa Poniatowska’s bedroom in Stoke Newington. If London is like a polluted river,…
In Shirana Shahbazi’s show, “All at Once. An Interplay with Li Tavor” (2026) at the Kunstmuseum Luzern, her 16mm film…
The history of cinema is, as Mary Ann Doane meticulously outlines in her book The Emergence of Cinematic Time[1] (2002),…
Mimmo Haraditiohadi has a collection of small wooden toy houses, simple block-like forms with hand-drawn windows and doors, their roofs…
It takes at least three people to make a society. Three, then, are also enough to make a secession. The…
Seamus Heaney begins his “Elegy (For Robert Lowell)” (1977) [1] with an observation that seems pretty self-evident: “The way we’re…
*A line from Anne Carson’s poem “The Glass Essay,”in which the Canadian poet and essayist moves through the psychologically resonant…
Little pools of ash, left behind by compressed ash blocks, gather on cardboard surfaces spread across the floor. Surrounded by…
Thomas Ruff is already on holiday on an island off Italy’s coast when I interview him. When he picks up…
I’m afraid to admit the exact amount of debt I’m in. Walking into the exhibition “Call me gravity” at WIELS in Brussels, I half-expected to find myself…