Allison Hewitt Ward

The cocaine may have provided some pep for the completion of Grant’s memoirs, finished only three days before his passing.

The video captions exude zen-ish positivity, with only semblances of ironic self-awareness.

People like a Yayoi Kusama because it looks like a Yayoi Kusama, i.e., polka dots.

Ancient Egypt, so strange yet familiar, is a projection screen for every age.

The MTA thinks it can teach us something about beauty. Get outta here!

The journey from social practice to blue-chip Westside gallery is an odd one.

The exhibition’s global scope is commendable, but, in spite of itself, all roads in “Clamor” lead west.