Grapeshot. Nancy Lupo
Nancy Lupo’s forthcoming exhibition “Meow Meow Real Estate” at the Nicoletta Fiorucci Foundation’s London location inside of a Chelsea townhouse…
Nancy Lupo’s forthcoming exhibition “Meow Meow Real Estate” at the Nicoletta Fiorucci Foundation’s London location inside of a Chelsea townhouse…
Anne Imhof: I have immense respect and admiration for you as an artist, and I am very lucky to call you my friend! The first…
Raque Ford’s recent projects treat language as a pop refrain inflected with drag, residue, and feedback. Her texts get tested:…
There is, at the heart of Clémentine Bruno’s practice, a question that refuses simplicity: How does one make space for presence…
In the HBO series The Leftovers (2014–17), two percent of the world’s population vanishes without warning or explanation. The event,…
The peppered moth was once almost entirely pale, flecked with minute dark spots that camouflaged it against lichen tree bark and stone.…
During our conversation, Mary Stephenson used the phrase “ghost mark” to describe the inerasable traces left by previous marks on her painted…
Throughout my conversation with Gili Tal, freshly landed back in London after opening her solo exhibition “Soft and Bouncy” (2026)…
One of the earliest works by Rene Matić is a video that documents their back torso being inscribed with the…
davi makes me believe I no longer know how to write. When I read his recent writings[1] and talked to…
“UNITED KINGDOM LONDON. PORTRAIT O.A.Y.G.” by Josiane M.H. Pozi at Carlos/ Ishikawa captures scenes of personal artifact, of ordered clutter;…
In October 2023, Ruofan Chen spent a cold October north of the arctic circle at a residency in Fleinvær, a…
The questions of literary modernism have always been deeply entwined with those of psychoanalysis: both are concerned with the dissolution…
To what extent are we willing to be fooled? Megan Mi-Ai Lee’s practice probes the affective pull that keeps us…
Olivia van Kuiken once said: “A painting is incapable of telling time. It’s a static image.”[1] That line keeps tolling…
Ruoru Mou’s practice folds together industry, ownership, and inheritance. Working across sculpture and installation, she manipulates factory debris and fragments…