Ai Weiwei Needs You

He fêted his sixtieth birthday earlier this week, but you can help give legendary Chinese artist and activist Ai Weiwei another reason to celebrate. His new public art project, perhaps his most ambitious to date, needs funding to speckle New York City with testaments to the equality of all human rights and the strange hypocrisies…

So Sketchy

Where do old sketchbooks go to…enjoy an active retirement? I can’t be so morbid as to say  “to be put out of their misery,” because at New York City’s Brooklyn Art Library, inked-over and expressed-upon sketchbooks can still enjoy the promise of scoring plenty of paging-through action in their golden years. The Sketchbook Project is…

Peter Hujar: Speed of Life

Displaying almost 160 photos, mostly on loan from the Morgan Library in New York, the Fundación MAPFRE in Barcelona is showcasing the work of the American photographer Peter Hujar to the European public with an impressive exposition held at the Casa Garriga i Nogues (a wonderful Modernista building in the neighbourhood of the Eixample). Peter Hujar was born in…

The New York Fabric Convenience Store

In 2014 Lucy Sparrow’s famous-month long installation, The Cornershop, brought the plight of the demise of the local cornershop to London. Restocking an abandoned cornershop with felt bean cans, ciggys, marmite and porn mags, each item meticulously hand sewn by the artist herself. It was an unprecedented success delighting thousands of visitors and the press alike.…

Hopper Goes to the Movies

Here’s wishing a happy posthumous birthday to American painter Edward Hopper, who was born on this day in 1882. Very capable of picking out melancholic beauty in the modernising world, but thoroughly cynical nonetheless, he once bluntly stated, “Ninety percent of artists are forgotten ten minutes after they’re dead.”  Yet Hopper’s gruff pessimism, or perhaps pragmatism, did nothing to diminish…

Red, White and Beuys

It’s May in New York City, the year is 1974. The first two days have come and gone, frantic at the beginning, but growing steadily quieter. Day Three dawns, the last of the ritual, and the wild coyote falls complacent; having ceased its aggressions and snapping, no longer so wary, it settles for a nap in the center of the gallery space…