Arts

This week, artist studios in Montana, New York, Virginia, and Pennsylvania.

The original “not like the other girls” of art fairs has an ambiance of genuine curiosity and sincere connection.

This week, unopened 18th-century love letters, an unsung female archaeologist, Indigenous artists on the meaning of home, cookie-cutter holiday rom-coms, and more.

Her new exhibition at the Renaissance Society bears witness to infrastructural failure, colonial theft, and disregarded histories.

The artist retells the myth of Gilgamesh through a meditation on mud, a primordial material and source of timeless storytelling.

In the 1990s, Cerámica Suro began to seek out artists, offering its facility as the site for experimental collaborations in clay.

Climate Futurism suggests that the world’s civilizations must process lessons from its fraught colonialist histories to prepare for future ecological difficulties.

The strange and ever-changing “Erosion Bird” meme taps into the uncanniness and inconsistency of artificial intelligence.

Ruth Duckworth’s legacy is an unwavering commitment to clay as a medium that expanded beyond the potter’s craft.

At Fotografiska, visitors can don a headset and view the abstract artist’s work while experiencing the nauseating fear of falling from imaginary cliffs.

The design by Schiaparelli, known for its collaborations with Surrealist artists, further blurs the fuzzy lines between fine art and haute couture.

“Why should I paint dead fish, onions, and beer glasses? Girls are so much prettier,” said painter Marie Laurencin.

The story of AI images isn’t just about robots, but also about the people behind these strange, futuristic visuals.

It’s refreshing to see a number of recent shows across the city highlighting work by Brazilian women, rectifying historical gaps.

The Onondaga artist has a propensity for cultural criticism — especially on the issues affecting Haudenosaunee and other Indigenous peoples, past and present.

Her posthumous exhibition Aye! makes space for gaps in understanding and sonic vibrations to cultivate cosmic wonder.

Photos of a new “feminist” sculpture unveiled in DC somehow manage to do a disservice to art, trees, and women’s history.

Each item offered at the “Garage Sale of Upscale Garbage” in Bushwick is one-of-a-kind.

“It is our responsibility — whether we are Native or not — to educate ourselves about whose land we are on,” writes artist Cara Romero.

This week, why Toni Morrison left publishing, the Artforum open letter debacle, Halloween costumes only New Yorkers will understand, and more.