This year's Whitney Biennial fails to address the question of which art pertains to our time rather than any other.
Ironic exclamation points and metallic rectangles were some of Cady Noland's favorite things.
The brilliant revelations and transformations of Dorothea Tanning.
Gerhard Richter's abstract paintings are miraculously controlled accidents.
The death, and afterlife, of the Polaroid.
To speak of a movement of abstractionists would be a contradiction in terms, like speaking of a church of atheists.
Jack Tworkov's writings wrestle with the figures of Abstract Expressionism and his own lost illusions.
A new volume of essays shows Hollis Frampton leaving behind photography for film.
Does the art of Dan Graham and his disciples promise deceptive simplicity or formulaic thinking?
The funky chaos of the 2009 Venice Biennale.