September 20, 2022 • By Justin Tyler Clark
Kiki Man Ray: Art, Love, and Rivalry in 1920s Paris
She’s carried along by joy. She tells the dejected they’re worthy, only misunderstood. She promises shelter to the misplaced and broken. She plays to the lie that village folks are simpler and so wiser than city folk. She never strives for the sublime. Her voice is earthbound, she knows. If a singing voice could smell, hers would be garlic hitting a pan’s hot butter and wine.
Justin Tyler Clark
Reanimating Marcel Duchamp
Hauser & Wirth’s “Marcel Duchamp” is a gorgeous and inchoate celebration of an uncategorizable artist….
Workmanlike Surrealism: On Alex Danchev’s “Magritte: A Life”
Alex Danchev’s final book is a sparkling biography of a prolific, popular artist….
The Defiant Muse
Alice Blackhurst looks at “Portrait of a Lady on Fire,” the latest film from Céline Sciamma….
Political Surrealism, Surreal Politics
China Miéville takes on Surrealism, exploring how to be as radical as reality in art and in politics….
A Visit to the City of Dada
Jed Rasula on the many faces of the Dada movement and the contemporary relevance of Dada’s political and artistic hijinks…
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