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“Frans Hals is a colourist among colourists,” enthused van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo in 1885, “a colourist like Veronese, like Rubens, like Delacroix, like Velázquez.” With testimonials like this, it’s no wonder anticipation for the National Gallery’s recently opened Frans Hals survey was high.

There is a moment that strikes me in Jarrett Earnest’s slight but mighty book Valid Until Sunset—a book of sixty images taken with Earnest’s Fuji Instax mini camera, images that are paired on facing pages with spare, meticulous prose of 250 words each.

It is difficult to duly appraise an exhibition like Marlborough’s Laura Anderson Barbata: Singing Leaf purely through the vantage of aesthetics. A minute hand crowned by an incised pearl, caras vemos (corazones no sabemos) (1997), curiously hides along an easy-to-miss wall.

Sometimes working figuratively and other times abstractly, painter Vaughn Spann is a man for all seasons. The burning question: which Spann would show up to inaugurate Almine Rech’s new, grand gallery space in Tribeca?

“Everything can be put into a film. Everything should be put into a film,” Jean-Luc Godard announced in 1967, following the release of Two or Three Things I Know About Her, his sprawling collage-film masterpiece that encompasses documentary footage of urban redevelopment around Paris, satirical Brechtian skits about everyday French life, pointed criticism of the US presence in Vietnam, scenarios linking capitalism and prostitution, countless pop-art images from the world of advertising...

In this evocative exhibition, Le explores the phenomena of water in motion: currents, rivulets, and intimate, cascading waterfalls, all imaginatively rendered in a series of four glowing blue neon wall reliefs from her “Fluid Form” series (2023), which protrude several inches into the gallery‘s main space. The exhibition’s viewing event title, Neon After Sunset, refers to the darkened room as it appears in the darkness of the evening, with the walls and floors painted wrought...

This month, the Taos Abstract Artist Collective is holding their second group exhibition of works from artists across northern New Mexico, and it is no less monumental than their first. In total, 147 artists are represented across two shows, one this fall and another in the spring of 2024, and are intentionally focused on building a thriving community.

A remarkable verdict, not long ago, gently contested His idea of impermanence and transcendence.

The short poems that make up Buck Downs’s new collection NICE NOSE inhabit the quotidian world, the day-to-day realities right underneath our proverbial nose. Yet their flames escape being smothered by the bric-a-brac that surrounds that common hearth.

In one of Picasso’s pithy phrases, the artist remarked “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” This quote stuck with me as I took in the exhibition Sean Scully: Jack the Wolf, which presents the drawings Scully made for a forthcoming children’s book in collaboration with his son Oisin, who was, at the time, five years old.