In my book, Spoiled, I engage with a group of contemporary Asian American artists who expose and unravel the expectation that ...

For the ancient Greeks, the division of time was represented by a separation of chronos from kairos. To symbolize durational or cyclical time, Greco-Roman mosaics personified chronos as a god turning ...

I got lost several times on my way to Casa Susanna, the exhibition I had set out to write about. It was a sticky Friday night in July—“date night” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, as the Met ...

The Momus Critical Writing Fellowship provides sustained mentorship, editorial support, and network-building to early-career art writers, critics, and publishers. The third cohort of the Fellowship ...

Pizandawatc / The One Who Listens / Celui qui écoute, a recent exhibition at the Art Museum at the University of Toronto (AMUT), draws its title from the traditional name of artist Caroline Monnet’s ...

Pablo Picasso is so famous and so ubiquitous and so dead that he is easy not to think about at all. It’s as though his most renowned artworks are in the next gallery along with his clownish public ...

On August 29, 2023, the Globe and Mail published an article headlined “Toronto’s cash-strapped Artscape to enter receivership, end management of 14 artist facilities.” Because I’d recently spent two ...

The best way to fuck something up is to give it a body. A voice is killed when it is given a body. Whenever there’s a body around you see its faults. The question is, now, in an artworld and social ...

Tilt your ear to a Jack Whitten painting and you might hear music. “You gotta be able to think like John Coltrane to do what I am doing in painting,” the artist said in the final decade of his life.

In between visits to Nadia Belerique’s exhibition, SLICE, at David Dale Gallery in Glasgow, I’d been engaged in moving flats for the first time since March 2020. The imaginative potency of private ...

When my family left Seoul for New York, my mother’s struggle henceforth became one of reclaiming her life as a homemaker, which she felt she was at risk of losing when she began what would become a ...

An eight-foot wooden ramp was propped up at a forty-five-degree angle in one corner. Knotted ropes hung from six holes drilled near the ramp’s top. The din of the ongoing installation echoed from ...