Jesus Christ. This shit is fucking ugly. That’s the immediate thought I had upon clicking on the installation views of the current exhibition Painting in New York: 1971-83 at the two Karma spaces on 2nd Street. My eyes watered staring at squiggles of bold yellow paint resembling squirts of yellow mustard on a hot dog … Continue reading
2016 seems to be the year that the art world rediscovered women. Well, at least in their summer group shows. With this glut of all-women exhibitions, there are valid arguments on either side whether all-women shows are good for the careers of women artists. On one hand, women could be slotted solely as “women artists”–their careers relegated to essentialism and on the other, increased visibility is never a bad thing. Continue reading