Zack Hatfield

The sculptures shimmer between plane and volume in a kind of dimensional dishabille, plotting ornament’s revenge upon Minimalism.

A thousand NYRA subscribers whispered in unison: Duck.

He asks you with a grin, if you’re having a good time.

Peristeronic ostranenie in New York’s art world

At the Guggenheim, Jenny Holzer presides over a crumbling Babel of mixed messages.

Increasingly détraqué geometries