The Space Between. Adam Patrick Grant
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely?…
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking toward Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely?…
Ever since 2003, Loop Barcelona has unfolded within the city as both a constant presence and an ever-expanding inquiry into…
Adrián Villar Rojas’s Untitled (From the Series “The Language of the Enemy”) arrives at Le Brassus like a remembered apparition — something…
Saccharine Idyll. The words themselves promise a kind of sweetness, a softened image of comfort, the sort of scene that…
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future.[1] – T. S. Eliot [1] T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets (London: Faber…
It’s difficult to pinpoint where Anna Clegg’s paintings first appeared. Maybe it was online, or in a basement gallery in…
In “Degenerates, Monsters, and Traitors (1573),” Kristian Kožul takes a baroque scalpel to history, ideology, and trauma, assembling a theatrical,…
Time, in “STEADYSTATE,” doesn’t tick — it lingers, loops, and evaporates. The group exhibition at Zero… in Milan, co-curated with…
When I speak with Nana Wolke over Zoom, she has just returned to New York after spending Christmas in Ljubljana,…
Rochelle Feinstein’s major survey, “The Today Show,” at Secession in Vienna deeply resonates with the present moment. Curated by Damien…
“For one scant day he had loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts;…
Someone told me that Berlin Art Week has long been regarded as the cultural marker that bids farewell to summer…
Erika Verzutti’s solo show “The Life of Sculpture” at LUMA Arles, curated during her residency from May to July 2024,…
“Either this is madness, or it is hell.” “It is neither,” calmly replied the voice of the Sphere, “it is…
Spring in Milan was absolutely dreadful: it started raining at the beginning of March and never — ever! — stopped.…
Let’s start with a confession: the first time I watched David Lynch’s Twin Peaks (1990–91), I couldn’t sleep for months.…