A Nostalgia Queen. A Conversation with Richard Kennedy

It was the last day of March, and I chose the corner with the sage-green marble tables and white sofas…
It was the last day of March, and I chose the corner with the sage-green marble tables and white sofas…
“We were cultural criminals, media parasites,” writes AA Bronson in the preface to the catalogue accompanying the traveling retrospective of…
What seems to propel Western history is an insatiable drive for transformation, construction, destruction, plunder, and conquest — strategies of…
Marseille-based video and performance artist Sara Sadik is best known for her emblematic work on the Maghrebi diaspora in France.…
Sometimes people are simply cool. You know what I mean: when you meet someone, only to be struck by a…
Although a single word could never encapsulate the boundless range of Isa Genzken’s artistic production, one that comes close is…
I’m a little lost without you / That could be an understatement / Now I hope that I have paid…
With great homogeneity of purpose, French artist Mimosa Echard’s work unfolds from one exhibition to the next in an ongoing…
Bri Williams’s work drifts between feeling and intellect, eroding the distinction between the two into an embodied knowing and experience…
Over the past ten years, Jordan Strafer has developed a body of work that interrogates dysfunction within American society. Through…
In my early twenties I worked as a gallery attendant at Dia:Beacon, where I was tasked with maintaining the precise…
Cole Lu has home on his mind when I call at the end of January. The Brooklyn-based artist is planning…
Seeping, oozing, metastasizing, Isabelle Andriessen’s bodily sculptures sit in an affective space between categories. They demand to be read through…
For Dominique White, the sea is “a huge body, a living and breathing entity, that we don’t really understand.”1 We…
The production of the black subject is so tied to the production of photography that there is no blackness that…
Let’s dive in with “Infinite Caca” — my first encounter with Tita Cicognani’s deliriously polymorphous practice. The centerpiece of the…