Drink On It Palm Springs is a white blur, scorched into the fabric of time, an escape from the density of sycophants, uggos, and sadsacks. Until now, I had only seen desert flowers on Instaflam, posted by those true believers eager to reveal their sensitivity to nature. For which I thank them, as I can now recognize flowers in reality, which is revelatory. Do you have it in you to have it in...
Deliver to us, in JPEG form, a pair of artworks—one from before 1900 and one from anytime after—that have an interesting visual connection (that is: one any viewer can plainly see). Most interesting juxtaposition wins! Artillery will choose a winner from the entrants. That winner will receive a multi-slide carousel post on our Instagram feed and have their work appear, credited however you like....
Dear Dr. Trainwreck, How can I, a layman, tell the difference between someone I have to cut some slack for because of their mental health diagnosis, and someone who is just being a jerk and blaming their diagnosis? Don't some conditions make conversations around this hard, or even dangerous? Dear ____, I can see why you did not sign this. Because yes, dangerous is exactly the right word, and I...
The term “street photographer” comes with a certain set of associations: Street photographers work in public, snapping candid photos of commuters or loiterers at telling moments. They take photographs of strangers in the crowd from the perspective of a stranger themselves—an anonymous face among the anonymous masses. Perhaps the most common assumption about this class of artists is the one...
This, remarkably enough, is Carolee Schneemann’s first solo exhibition in Los Angeles, six years after her passing. Schneemann may be late, but her show isn’t. It may indeed be a case of too little; the sparse hanging (8 wallworks and an installation) barely hints at...
The central question of all ventriloquism is: Who is in charge? We know the puppet is not alive, but a good ventriloquist can move the puppet’s body so naturally and throw their voice so convincingly as to make the audience doubt their first instinct. However, the...
Christine Sun Kim’s work leaves little room for misinterpretation. Clarity, for Kim, is a reality of survival. “American Sigh Language,” the artist’s recent solo exhibition at François Ghebaly, makes it clear: for Kim and other Deaf individuals, intelligibility serves...
Impressionism, with its kitsch trinkets and gift shop ephemera, lives in a realm of surfaces. I’m not alone in thinking this—most of us know Monet through wall calendars, not the Musée. The prevalence of these reproductions make the originals, when seen, difficult to...
Victor Estrada’s new exhibition appears as an inadvertent, if timely, response to current social upheavals and the militarized chaos that has seized the region. The action-adventure video game, Assassin’s Creed, is an oblique, unlikely inspiration for the show’s...