Fourteenth – A wish list as preview
“Cover your balls, ‘cause we swing Kung Fu” In TV on the Radio’s “King Eternal” from 2004, the glitch filled beats throb in a pleasant almost polite…
“Cover your balls, ‘cause we swing Kung Fu” In TV on the Radio’s “King Eternal” from 2004, the glitch filled beats throb in a pleasant almost polite…
The oft heard lament about openings in Chelsea is that the crowds obscure the art and no business ever gets done. Airbrushed girls in black, faux-hawked…
People smarter than myself have advised me to read Dave Hickey’s Air Guitar for, oh… about a decade. I finally got around to it. I rarely…
The Whitney stages riveting, maddening, often awful exhibitions in Breuer’s upended gray steps. In the last few years I have been left saddened by shows that…
As my vacation entry, I am offering a few things that I read and enjoyed this summer. This is not a book list (although I did…
Alighiero Boetti was not a name I knew well at all. It was a name I knew just enough to know it. It often seems like…
August is the Friday afternoon of the art business. Things slow to a crawl and inventory management or press release composition takes the place of more…
Back when I started to work in Midtown I began to notice public (or nearly public) art all over. The ever changing installations along Park Avenue,…
Marina Abramović: The Artist is Present is a documentary film based on the making of and living through the 2010 MoMA exhibition of the same name.…
Every few weeks I will be turning over the reigns at Atlas to an artist, curator or interested party to expand the reach of what this…