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Lørdag 26. maj 2012

Agnes Martin

  • Metropol. Om hundeluftere, sorte penge, illegale immigranter, myrer i soveværelset og Dia:Beacon, hvor man finder New Yorks skønneste kunst
  • På trods af at kvinderne er stærkt underrepræsenterede er jorden gødet på Louisiana for en publikumstræffer. Helt fantastiske kunstnere med helt fantastiske billeder har fundet vej til udstillingen. Også blandt stjernefrøene
  • Grafiske blade talrige som løvfald; streger af kul, tekstil og bronze; tonsvis af bly og oldnordisk romantik er nogle af attraktionerne i Oslo i det sene efterår
  • Yayoi Kusama har indtaget Kunsthallen med ti imponerende installationer, der trækker tråde tilbage til hendes ungdomsværker
  • Ny essay-samling af The grand old lady i amerikansk kunstkritik, Rosalind Krauss Kunstbog Når den amerikanske kunstkritiker Rosalind Krauss har givet sin nye essaysamling titlen Bachelors, på dansk ungkarle, så er det med en slet skjult ironi, for alle teksterne handler nemlig om kvindelige kunstnere...

The New York Times

Artikler om Agnes Martin fra nytimes.com. Senest opdateret 15. juli 2011
  • THE HOT LIST | ART; Past Meets Present In Walk After Dark

    Middle of the night is my time, always has been, especially in New York in the summer. The city looks better, sounds better, feels softer, or at least a little less specific. I think and remember better late, or imagine I do. I thought of all this when I saw a penumbral little summer exhibition at the Met titled ''Night Vision: Photography After...

  • FILM REVIEW; Two Views of Artists, Two Visions of the World

    ''I'm very careful not to have ideas, because they're inaccurate,'' the artist Agnes Martin says in Mary Lance's touching documentary about her, but it's a lie. Ms. Martin was full of ideas, and she dispenses them engagingly in the course of the film, ''Agnes Martin: With My Back to the World,'' made from 1998 to 2002. Ms. Martin, who died in 2004...

  • MY CITY; Remembrance of Downtown Past

    FROM my apartment near the top of Manhattan on Sept. 11, 2001, I watched two lines of black smoke as thick and slow as oil spills pour across the sky far downtown. In my mind, that morning, I also stood in another apartment, just below the World Trade Center, and it was 1974. That year I had moved into a small 19th-century tenement with plank...