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Both women are primarily known for their work in sculpture, and that tactile sensibility easily translates to these textured two-dimensional pieces.
The exhibition is framed as a “gravitational field” of signs and symbols in which our relationship to the production of meaning is precarious by design.
Viewed as movements, these abstracts are maps that retrace Owens’ process, the steps he took to arrive at the finished series.
This artwork skips the fraught emotionality of white people’s coming into consciousness about the constructs of race and the iterations of racism, and instead leads the viewer straight into an intellectual headspace.
While forward-thinking, Black Futures is simultaneously about Black pasts and Black presents.
A lively and mostly persuasive argument that the Shroud of Turin is not Jesus Christ's funerary cloth, but was instead likely fabricated by an artist in the 1350s, and then slowly embraced by Catholic officials who saw an opportunity for profit.
Polyphemus, on view at Goucher College’s Silber Art Gallery, is an installation that takes its title from Homer’s Odyssey.
The colorful abstract paintings of Linling Lu at Hemphill Fine Arts in Washington, DC seemed at first to be formal abstractions but expanded into spiritual, cultural, and personal visions.
The horror and trauma here are more implicit and embedded into the place, more chronic than acute, and all too familiar.
Short, spiritual, succinct, and sincere, Language of the Crow is a primer on liberation, self-discovery, introspection, and intuition.
The experimental nature of this play is not simply for the sake of experiment but to highlight all of our assumptions that make us comfortable and therefore passive, forgetful, and complicit.
In truth, I am drawn to Glenstone for the same reasons I question its efficacy.
Without trans persons behind the camera, the spectacle of The Right Girls offers few answers for those of us with a personal stake in the outcome of this journey.
Global pandemic notwithstanding, the future was always bleak. But the desire for the good life, or some semblance of it, is a stubborn flame.
It's like reality is bending.