Hakim Bishara

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?

“Best Booth”? No, thank you. This year, we honor the real standouts at the fair, from the shiniest artworks to the most Duchampian.

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.

At Tribeca’s trendy Spring Studios, I found an art fair in denial.

She leaves behind a massive corpus of visually stunning works tackling race, gender, and social justice in the United States.

Art-world people love lobbing this low-hanging critical fruit at the exhibition. This year especially, the moniker is ill-fitting and glib.