Of the five figures depicted in Pablo Picasso’s enduringly outrageous Las Chicas de Avignon (the title he supposedly preferred over Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, 1907),…
Writer, performer, visual artist, curator, filmmaker, musician. A queer icon, “drag terrorist,” and grand madame of the queercore punk movement. A Blacktress, the doyenne…
Coco Fusco’s breakout came three decades ago at a high watermark of debates over identity politics and multiculturalism, movements she has assiduously critiqued ever…
Season 9 of Momus: The Podcast launches with Luther Konadu, an artist and publisher based in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Reading from an influential book in…
There is a quality of lore around Jana Sterbak. Alongside her temperamental performances and pyrotechnic affinities, she is the artist of burning crowns, interred…
“During one of those sleepless nights, the thought crosses my mind that pregnancy happens to you, like dreams.” —Jazmina Barrera, Linea Nigra: An Essay…
A few miles outside of Santa Fe is a former foundry turned gallery space known as Finquita. In the main building, David Horvitz’s installation…
In Continent of Misbelief at David Kordansky Gallery in New York, Jared Buckhiester stages American masculinity as a ritual of collapse and works inside…
Tune in to a special bonus episode of Momus: The Podcast featuring a live recording from the launch of writer and critic Minh Nguyen’s…
Louise Nevelson and I are twins, separated at birth by almost one hundred years—or maybe we’re friends, or she’s my godparent: a guiding light,…
In my book, Spoiled, I engage with a group of contemporary Asian American artists who expose and unravel the expectation that their work should…
One Hundred Years, Abbas Akhavan’s current exhibition at the Belkin Art Gallery at the University of British Columbia (UBC), loosely draws on the Brothers…
I got lost several times on my way to Casa Susanna, the exhibition I had set out to write about. It was a sticky…
“A win-win situation is when both Pixy and Moro benefit from each other at the same time,” reads one entry in artist Pixy Liao’s…
The feeling arrived as a sense of wanting to get away. Then I thought I was too hot, my frequent complaint, never voiced, that…
As I crossed the threshold into the dimly lit opening gallery that introduced Nadia Myre’s exhibition at the National Gallery of Canada, I was…
