Maia Ruth Lee Jack Hanley Gallery / New York
It doesn’t take a native speaker to know there’s something amiss in Maia Ruth Lee’s new film The Stranger (all…
It doesn’t take a native speaker to know there’s something amiss in Maia Ruth Lee’s new film The Stranger (all…
Back in 2015, Super Dakota’s exhibition “.GIF” highlighted the creative and artistic potential of the Graphics Interchange Format, a bitmap…
Conspiracy has always existed, but it inundated the mainstream in the US only after the Second World War. Its rise…
The work of Helen Cammock (b. 1970, London) revolves around a specific undertaking: “encouraging the return of the repressed,” to…
Aslı Çavuşoğlu’s first US solo museum exhibition culminates in an immense blue fresco that subsumes the New Museum’s lobby gallery.…
Jazz musician and interdisciplinary artist Jason Moran foregrounds collaboration as integral to both music and visual artmaking in his first…
David Reed’s works seem bizarre in our present moment, but what’s here cannot be dismissed, consistently compelling a deeper return.…
“Tryouts for the Human Race” is Max Hooper-Schneider’s second solo show at Jenny’s — and a 1979 proto-disco song by…
Rebecca Belmore tackles complex political themes with a daring economy of means. Canada’s shameful record of missing and murdered indigenous…
“Silence is the master,” says a voice translating from Arabic to English in Lawrence Abu Hamdan’s Saydnaya (the missing 19db)…
Jesse Darling’s sculptures at Tate are injured. They are suffering. Bent aluminum mobility crutches buckle under their own weight; the…
In Julien Ceccaldi’s comic Solito, published to accompany his solo institutional debut at Kölnischer Kunstverein, an androgynous thirty-year-old, jobless and…
Black spray paint collects gorgeously on the wall, constituting the curvaceous outline of an Ionic column. Reappearing throughout the basement…
In May 1969 — one year after what can now be seen as the last great challenge to capitalism —…
“With You… Me,” Glenn Fogel’s exhibition at JTT in New York, opened on a dimly lit gallery interior. A suspended…
The titles of Julia Rommel’s abstract paintings read like a trip down memory lane: Senior Year, Suburban Kids, and Rascals…