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#natalie-bell

"I knew nothing about photography. I ended up making 40,000 goddamn slides."

Sabahs are made entirely by hand from 100% leather in either Texas or Turkey—two regions with distinct yet deeply rooted relationships to the material. The result is a shoe that varies subtly from pair to pair, even within the same size.

This idea has been on my mind for some time, shaped by observing the political situation not only in Bulgaria but more broadly. In Bulgaria, we are going through a profound political crisis.

Korneffel develops a palette for each painting based on research and intuition, paying particular attention to the paint's viscosity and its capacity for making distinct kinds of marks.

Knowles's performances, such as Make a Salad and Identical Lunch, showcased her unique approach to art through food, engaging audiences in the experience of preparation and consumption.

The title came from starting to look at what would be in the show and realizing that most of the works dealt with people being symptomatic, whether psychosomatically or somatically.

The show features pieces by participants in JASA's programs. The organization, which serves more than 40,000 older adults every year, offers art classes and creative workshops designed to bring people together while encouraging self-expression. The results will be on full display here, from paintings and textile work to other handmade pieces that reflect the artists' personal stories and styles.

Much of Instagram's video content is organized around transformation-the virtual magic of the before-and-after and clips that show cause and effect. A person makes pasta from scratch in 20 seconds via edits that compress time-intensive labor.

The curators of Greater New York really captured the energy of the city well - not the out-of-towner's New York with its glossy surfaces, brands, and trendy fare, but the gritty New York that's always in the process of formation, that rejects surface in favor of rawness.

I see myself first and foremost as a weaver working at the intersection of craft and technology. As an Angeleno, I grew up learning how to weave in the Wixárika tradition of my matriarchal bloodline by watching my mother and my grandmother.

Casa Kahlo offers an unprecedented look into the famed Mexican painter's family home, Casa Roja, which stands just blocks away from Casa Azul in Mexico City. Kahlo would retreat to Casa Roja when Casa Azul got crazy.

thanks to its energetically mannered performances and director Cathy Yan's snappy pacing and flair for visual humor. So long as the film remains simple and funny - which it does for most of its 88-minute running time - it works. But how you respond to the picture will probably depend on how you respond to its out-there central performance by Natalie Portman as a brittle, possibly insane Miami gallery owner whose art-world affectations can only partly hide her exposed-nerve desperation.

Kyoung Chun's creative practice moves between painting and site-specific installation. Interactive works extend the language of painting beyond the canvas, inviting viewers into environments that challenge perception and encourage connection.

In the midst of the fabulous The Winter Show last weekwhere connoisseurship, collecting, and cultivated taste converge under one vaulted roofthere was a moment of pause, exhale, and recalibration at the heart of the fair: the VIP Collectors Lounge. This year, not as sponsorship, but as philosophy made spatial. It was titled The Modern Salon. Conceived and designed by frenchCALIFORNIA, The Modern Salon rejected the trade-fair instinct toward visual noise and brand fragmentation.

The interdisciplinary MFA program brings together an exceptional group of emerging artists committed to developing their work within a community of faculty, visiting artists, and art professionals.

The new New Museum is many things: contemporary, perhaps, but also a science, history, anthropology, and many other museums in one. It echoes the desire of its patron class to own the world and its affiliated courtier class to deliver it to them on a silver platter, or encased in perforated metal, in this case.

My mind, though enfeebled by New Year's celebrations, was fine; I'd traveled to Queens to see Jeffrey Joyal's "my Life Underground" at Gandt. For this exhibition, the gallery left its longtime home in a basement for a column-laden miniature ballroom in a clinic up the block, complete with a wrought-iron chandelier and ghostly portrait hanging above the crown molding. Walking through the lobby to the exhibition room, I passed by an empty suggestion box entreating patients to "rate their therapist."

Sprouting from the roof of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, artist Rose B. Simpson's newly installed bronze sculpture "Behold" has its gaze fixed on the cityscape before it. The Tewa of Khaʼpʼoe Ówîngeh artist, herself a mother, crafted a tender portrait of an interconnected parent and child that "asks us to be human with each other, to change our narrative through wonder, witness and a foundation in the soft warmth of our humanity," she said in a statement.

In 2024, I made a vow to never base my art criticism on wall labels. My decision came after reading reactions to that year's Whitney Biennial. "If every label in 'Even Better Than the Real Thing,' the 81st installment of the Whitney Biennial, were peeled off the walls and tossed into the Hudson, what would happen?" asked Jackson Arn in the New Yorker. (He went on to suggest that the overall show would have been much better.)