Hakim Bishara

The genre is more alive than ever, so why are many eager to pronounce it dead?

His toy-brick masterpieces are tributes to anyone terrorized and brutalized by the world’s great powers and their proxies.

Maurizio Cattelan swims in the same swamp as those he pretends to parody.

Her sculptures for The Met’s facade commission look like they’ve always been there, Frankensteined in the bowels of the museum’s ethnographic collections.

Is this year’s fair a reflection of a tired, oversaturated, and complacent art market, or am I looking for excitement and discovery where they can no longer be found?

From a Christmas-themed show to a window exhibition at Chinatown’s oldest running shop, this hot month is full of surprises.

The artist’s latest show belongs in the toilet — and that’s exactly where he put it.

“I’m not so interested in photography anymore,” Goldin told our senior editor. “That should be the headline,” he replied.

Gaza is everywhere across the artist’s Guggenheim show, but you wouldn’t know it.

“I don’t think anybody believed I could be an artist,” the 82-year-old painter told Hyperallergic in an interview.