By posting paintings like “American Progress,” the DHS signals its white supremacist beliefs.

At the New York Historical, our virtual wish wall for the nation’s anniversary faced unexpected political challenges.

Musk and other conservatives often omit the role of queer soldiers in ancient military successes when extolling the virtues of Greek warriors.

“It feels like the world has forgotten about us,” said artist Luis Manuel Otero Alcántara, who recently served four years of his sentence in a maximum-security Cuban prison.

Biological residue on or around an artwork may help tell an original from a fake, but the novel method is not without risks.

I know what lasting trauma these violations cause as someone whose parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents were unjustly incarcerated by the US government during World War II.

After an exploitative 2015 show, I was wary about being an academic “beard” for another exhibition in the guise of “revision.” Monstrous Beauty is a different beast.

In my home in Downtown LA, I see artists and activists continuing to rise up.

It’s a story about power, leverage, and fear during the first Trump administration, and also about the potential for solidarity and love in the second.

Not content to help disintegrate democracy here at home, the cheugy shit-poster is seeking to create a new low cultural watermark in a city known for its rising tides.

In the art world, as in America at large, spectacle is welcomed more readily than structural change.

In a county of over one million undoc+ individuals, why is "undocumented" a bad word in the arts sector?

The difference between this revolution and those in Germany, China, or Iran, is not of kind, but of degree, and only so far.

A version of Barbara Chase-Riboud's inaccessible Manhattan monument "Africa Rising” is now on public display at the Jardin des Tuileries.

For many Black queer artists, Pride Month doesn't feel like a celebration. It feels like extraction.

The anonymous artist’s latest may have a personal touch, but it’s still another installment in what feels like a series of works stifled by surveillance and media fatigue.

For Black people, watching the Nottoway plantation go up in flames felt like witnessing a lie collapse under the weight of truth.

The genre is more alive than ever, so why are many eager to pronounce it dead?

Behind the declining demand for Black portraiture, and the backlash against Thomas J Price’s Times Square sculpture, lurks a strategic campaign of erasure.

This spring, New York's museums feature four Black artists in major solo exhibitions. Some in the media are not happy about it.

With humor and AI, the meme appeals to the growing constituency of devout MAGA Catholics.

The aerial image of 34 men spelling out a distress signal from a Texas detention center stands in defiance of a government that wants to crowd our field of vision.

The overwhelming majority of the Manhattan school's faculty members are unprotected adjuncts.

Especially for artists, this month is a tactical intervention. A crack in the Brahminical fabric of Indian memory. It’s not a request for inclusion; it’s a declaration of rupture.

He chose a simple white cassock over velvet robes, disseminated photos of him kneeling before inmates and refugees, and believed in art as an intrinsic human right.

The conservative quest for art that reflects “traditional American values” dates back to the early 1980s.

If we’re serious about the “resistance,” we’re gonna have to do a little better than early 2000s-caliber fat-shaming.

In 2018, art institutions began exhibiting shows on ecology and climate change. As with every turn, it risked being taken as just another intellectual trend.

Amid ceaseless attacks on LGBTQ+ rights, art institutions have a responsibility to center and support their queer and trans staff and visitors.

Even if DEI dies, arts organizations should still move toward the accessibility that has always been at the core of the effort. Here’s how.

I showed up at the Manhattan courthouse with my watercolor pencils and paper in hand only to find that everyone wanted “the shot,” and that this work is not for the faint of heart.

The president’s obsession with cultural control is evidence of a continued fascist creep, and not just another joke exercise in narcissism.

Donald Trump's move to revive "traditional" architecture in federal buildings betrays his ignorance of its elitist roots.

Why aren’t galleries supposed to issue 1099s to their artists? And what should you do if they send you one?

Artists have long faced censorship on the company’s platforms, but new guidelines limiting content moderation are far from a boon to free speech.

The idea of public criticism as “talking shit” rather than a collaborative venture permeates the arts, and it’s ultimately counterproductive.

The burning of large areas in the city suggests the dusk of America as a dream manufacturer, and the beginnings of a darker story.

What purpose does this creative enrichment serve when the buildings that host it are harmful?

When sales are robust, it confirms that producing and selling art is actually a viable activity. When sales falter, our world begins to feel untenable.

The authorities inadvertently transformed a perp walk photo of the accused killer of a healthcare CEO into a Renaissance painting of the arrest of Christ.

To criticize the Vatican’s nativity with a now-removed Jesus in a keffiyeh would be to dismiss the artistic history of crèches centering marginalized people.

Chiquita has no place in the arts, let alone at an art fair with deep ties to Latin America.

I am always unfortunately attuned to the manner in which people respond to the color brown.

In the dark genre of self-reported atrocity photography, governments take pictures of their crimes and file them away in an act of simultaneous remembering and forgetting.

After 27 months of union contract delays, we’ve had no choice but to take drastic measures.

Maurizio Cattelan swims in the same swamp as those he pretends to parody.

Everyone from museums and nonprofit galleries to universities and art publications should be concerned.

The student who stripped her clothes to protest the country’s oppressive dress code fits into an evolving movement of body-based feminist activism.

Studio glass practitioners pride themselves on rejecting industry, but the cyclone laid bare the movement’s entwinement with mining.

The house was already on fire, and both presidential candidates showed up to the race brandishing a box of matches.