Francis Picabia may be the finest modernist you’ve never heard of.
The swinging pendulum of Kerry James Marshall’s work keeps us off balance.
Mark St. Germain’s drama is not about Cold War politics, but the question of whether a great man is (or need be) a good man.
It took some time, but the stunning synergy of Richard Nonas’ work began to reveal itself.
What is so intriguing about “The Connoisseur” is wondering how Rockwell did it.
Beyond a few superb works, the panorama of flesh proves to be oddly enervating.
Other than a highway sign not much remains, but the artistic legacy of Black Mountain College is truly indelible.
The artist knows that beauty, and even the sublime, on their own terms are not enough to cut it in the competitive field of contemporary art.
With invention that suggests the work of Malevich and Mondrian, the composition is a play of rectangles.
It is a conundrum for the critic: is the crudeness of the rendering the result of an expressionist style or a lack of finesse or skill in rendering?