GROUP SHOW, meta-titled, runs from June 27 to August 9 at the Harold J. Miossi gallery at Cuesta College in San Luis Obispo, and features seven women photographic artists: Brandy Eve Allen, Norelle Foster, Ida Islas, Cat Marcone, Gigi Petit, Aliza Shields, and Zstu...
When my dear artist friend Danvy Pham texted photos of her works in progress for her upcoming solo show, I replied, "Klimt! But from a feminine perspective." Danvy draws from many such inspirations — Schiele and Picasso also come to mind — but the result is one...
If a 1993 Chevrolet P30 step van found on Craigslist is not at the top of your gallery rounds list, think again. Gas Gallery, a mobile art space founded by curator Ceci Moss, has set up shop outside Night Gallery, The Pit, and most recently, BBQLA. Ceci found the van...
Chris Kraus made nine films between 1982 and 1995, each of which is on display at her solo exhibition, In Order to Pass at Chateau Shatto in downtown LA. Most are familiar with Kraus as the creator of I Love Dick, her feminist (?) epistolary novel about female desire...
May marks half a century since the student and worker protests against rising unemployment and poverty under Charles de Gaulle’s conservative government in France. In May 1968, students and faculty at the L’ecole des Beaux-Arts took over the lithography studio and...
The legendarily expressive artist Louise Bourgeois said that the goal of her practice was "to give meaning and shape to frustration and suffering.” This meaning and shaping are potent at The Museum of Modern Art’s Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait, a...
French conceptual artist Sophie Calle’s exhibition at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, "Beau doublé, Monsieur le marquis! Sophie Calle et son invitée Serena Carone" is Calle’s first exhibition in France since her retrospective at the Centre Pompidou in 2003,...
“My plan was never to get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.”...